Romance and Reality, المجلدات 1-2J. & J. Harper, 1832 |
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الصفحة 23
... passionate child , his boatmen were as elated as if the triumph had been their own . They reached the landing - place , ruled by an old oak , beneath whose shade the sea - kings must have stood ; the crew went on to the little village ...
... passionate child , his boatmen were as elated as if the triumph had been their own . They reached the landing - place , ruled by an old oak , beneath whose shade the sea - kings must have stood ; the crew went on to the little village ...
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... passionate love , ever the ill - requited , expressed in her Medea ; her dark hair bound in its classical simplicity round her fine head , her queen - like step -- Miss Arundel , I am very sorry for you ; " and he stopped in one of ...
... passionate love , ever the ill - requited , expressed in her Medea ; her dark hair bound in its classical simplicity round her fine head , her queen - like step -- Miss Arundel , I am very sorry for you ; " and he stopped in one of ...
الصفحة 56
... passions chase fancies ; and the time was now come when the imagination would exert its faculty rather to exaggerate than to create . He thought over the sadness of that angel face , as if he were predestined to soothe it --- a thousand ...
... passions chase fancies ; and the time was now come when the imagination would exert its faculty rather to exaggerate than to create . He thought over the sadness of that angel face , as if he were predestined to soothe it --- a thousand ...
الصفحة 57
... passion live but in the present . Algernon knew his marriage was not legal ; but her he loved was now his by a sacred vow --- and when the future came , he might be entirely his own master : the Janus of Love's year may have two faces ...
... passion live but in the present . Algernon knew his marriage was not legal ; but her he loved was now his by a sacred vow --- and when the future came , he might be entirely his own master : the Janus of Love's year may have two faces ...
الصفحة 72
... passion as ambition or love . He ascribes his first desire of seeing Palestine to hearing his mother ( who read exquisitely ) read the Old Testament aloud . His imagination was haunted by the Dead Sea , or the lilies of Sharon : when he ...
... passion as ambition or love . He ascribes his first desire of seeing Palestine to hearing his mother ( who read exquisitely ) read the Old Testament aloud . His imagination was haunted by the Dead Sea , or the lilies of Sharon : when he ...
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Adelaide amusement asked Beatrice Beatrice's beautiful bright called Carbonari carriage child colour companion crimson dark daugh daughter dear Delawarr delight dinner Don Henriquez dress Edward Lorraine Emily Emily's England English enjoyment excited exclaimed exquisite eyes face fairy fancy Fanny Kemble father favorite fear feeling flowers garden gave gentleman girl grace hand happy heard heart Higgs hope imagination indolent Lady Alicia Lady Mandeville Lady Mandeville's laugh leave light look Lord Byron Lord Etheringhame Lord Mandeville Lorraine's lover Lucullus luxuriant marriage married ment Merton mind Miss Arundel Morland morning mother Naples nature never night once passed passion pleasant pleasure poet poetry pretty quadrille replied ringlets romance rose round Roxelana seat seemed Sillery smile soon sorrow Spain spirit step sweet talk taste thing thought took trees truth turned vanity voice window woman young youth Zoridos
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الصفحة 14 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring. Or chasms and wat'ry depths ; all these have vanished They live no longer in the faith of reason...
الصفحة 160 - High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised: But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing...
الصفحة 241 - There the wicked cease from troubling; And there the weary are at rest. There the prisoners are at ease together ; They hear not the voice of the taskmaster.
الصفحة 63 - At once there rose so wild a yell Within that dark and narrow dell, As all the fiends, from heaven that fell, Had peal'd the banner-cry of hell!
الصفحة 25 - But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart ; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
الصفحة 71 - The Monk gazed long on the lovely moon, Then into the night he looked forth; And red and bright the streamers light Were dancing in the glowing north. So had he seen, in fair Castile, The youth in glittering squadrons start, Sudden the flying jennet wheel, And hurl the unexpected dart. He knew, by the streamers that shot so bright, That spirits were riding the northern light.
الصفحة 215 - I ought to do — and did my best — And each did well in his degree. The youngest, whom my father loved, Because our mother's brow was given To him — with eyes as blue as heaven...
الصفحة 59 - Poor wretch ! the mother that him bare, If she had been in presence there, In his wan face, and sun-burn'd hair, She had not known her child.
الصفحة 160 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
الصفحة 66 - To again quote the oracles of my highpriest, Wordsworth, there is nothing like ' The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on its own heart.' What ' truths divine' crowd every page of Wordsworth's writings ! I sometimes wish to be a modern Alexander, that I might have Mount Athos carved into, not my own statue but his.