The Passionate Pilgrim: Or Eros and AnterosChapman and Hall, 1858 - 246 من الصفحات |
من داخل الكتاب
النتائج 1-5 من 36
الصفحة 18
... heard , unfolded the incidents of ' Waverley ' or of the Tempest ' , a something , to my youthful fancy , seemed to have entered the room ; whilst pursuing our common tasks , we were yet breathing a new atmosphere . Each immortal work ...
... heard , unfolded the incidents of ' Waverley ' or of the Tempest ' , a something , to my youthful fancy , seemed to have entered the room ; whilst pursuing our common tasks , we were yet breathing a new atmosphere . Each immortal work ...
الصفحة 19
... heard her voice in every song , or saw her countenance in Lucy or Beatrice or Imogen . To the quickly ranging mind of boyhood , eager for the story , or absorbed in the verse , such unceasing immanence of passion is perhaps impossible ...
... heard her voice in every song , or saw her countenance in Lucy or Beatrice or Imogen . To the quickly ranging mind of boyhood , eager for the story , or absorbed in the verse , such unceasing immanence of passion is perhaps impossible ...
الصفحة 42
... heard fresh cataracts burst into life and answer from the heart of the forest ravines above us . · But the hour for starting to meet the diligence at the summit of the pass had arrived ; their English nurse re- monstrated to no purpose ...
... heard fresh cataracts burst into life and answer from the heart of the forest ravines above us . · But the hour for starting to meet the diligence at the summit of the pass had arrived ; their English nurse re- monstrated to no purpose ...
الصفحة 45
... heard accents of everlasting farewell in its hoarse under - murmurings . But when , three days later , the road at Malalbergo below desolate Ferrara finally crossed that stream , now slowly straining its waters through the marshes of ...
... heard accents of everlasting farewell in its hoarse under - murmurings . But when , three days later , the road at Malalbergo below desolate Ferrara finally crossed that stream , now slowly straining its waters through the marshes of ...
الصفحة 47
... I think the prayer is heard at last , that , heralded by the breezes pouring now in steady flood land- wards , some full - sailed happiness is pressing up beyond the motionless and torturing horizon . Faith triumphs , the skies 47.
... I think the prayer is heard at last , that , heralded by the breezes pouring now in steady flood land- wards , some full - sailed happiness is pressing up beyond the motionless and torturing horizon . Faith triumphs , the skies 47.
طبعات أخرى - عرض جميع المقتطفات
The Passionate Pilgrim: Or Eros and Anteros <span dir=ltr>Francis Turner Palgrave</span> لا تتوفر معاينة - 2016 |
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Aeneid Aeschylus aether affection amongst ancient answer appeared beneath better blessedness blessing bright Catullus child Collina confession consolation conviction Dante dark dark summit dear death delight Desiderata desire Désirée's despair earth earthly eternity experience exultation eyes faith fancy fate fear feel felt friends Goethe grace happiness heart heaven Heracleitus holy hope human knew least less looked lost Lucretius MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI mind Monte Acuto moral mysterious Nature ness never noble Ombrone once Paradise passed passion PASSIONATE PILGRIM perhaps PETRARCH phrase Pistoia Plato pleasure poet present preter recollection regret remembrance rience rock scene secret seemed sense silence smiles solitude sophism SOPHOCLES sorrow soul spirit stars strange summit sweet Tacitus Tesoretto thee things thought of Désirée thousand tion Trèves triumph true truly truth vanity vast vision voice wandering whilst words Wordsworth youth
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 188 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
الصفحة 16 - We were, fair queen, Two lads that thought there was no more behind, But such a day to-morrow as to-day, And to be boy eternal. Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two ? Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i' the sun And bleat the one at the other.
الصفحة 96 - Tired with all these for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly (doctor-like) controlling skill, And simple truth miscalled simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill.
الصفحة 90 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour, With music sweet as love which overflows her bower.
الصفحة 96 - And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill, And simple truth miscalled simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill: Tired with all these, from these would I be gone, Save that to die I leave my love alone.
الصفحة 162 - Away! we know that tears are vain, That death nor heeds nor hears distress: Will this unteach us to complain? Or make one mourner weep the less? And thou — who tell'st me to forget, Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.
الصفحة 58 - He will fulfil the desire of them that fear him: He also will hear their cry, and will save them.
الصفحة 139 - Solomon. Prosperity is not without many fears and distastes ; and Adversity is not without comforts and hopes. We see in needleworks and embroideries it is more pleasing to have a lively work upon a sad and solemn ground than to have a dark and melancholy work upon a lightsome ground : judge therefore of the pleasure of the heart by the pleasure of the eye. Certainly virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when they are incensed or crushed ; for Prosperity doth best discover vice, but Adversity...
الصفحة 203 - In truth, the great Elements we know of, are no mean comforters : the open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown — the Air is our robe of state — the Earth is our throne, and the Sea a mighty minstrel playing before it — able, like David's harp, to make such a one as you forget almost the tempest cares of life.
الصفحة 146 - Tis in truth The loneliest place we have among the clouds. And She who dwells with me, whom I have loved With such communion, that no place on earth Can ever be a solitude to me, Hath to this lonely summit given my Name.