The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Volum 24Joseph Rogerson |
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Pàgina 43
... Italy ; I have wandered far beneath the pleasant gaze of the bright warm sun of southern France ; but never - I may say never - did I see a morn so lovely , so teeming with all that is bright and beautiful on earth , as that on which we ...
... Italy ; I have wandered far beneath the pleasant gaze of the bright warm sun of southern France ; but never - I may say never - did I see a morn so lovely , so teeming with all that is bright and beautiful on earth , as that on which we ...
Pàgina 47
... Italian accent . Her manners showed education and an acquaintance with the world , and it was easy to perceive that poverty had not affected the active mind along with the emaciated body . " Now , pray , come dine with us to - day ...
... Italian accent . Her manners showed education and an acquaintance with the world , and it was easy to perceive that poverty had not affected the active mind along with the emaciated body . " Now , pray , come dine with us to - day ...
Pàgina 49
... Italian resolutely refused . She chose those early morning hours , when she might meet the young Swede uninterrupted by any other visitors ; she gave the most judicious advice with regard to the parts of the drama in which she was to ...
... Italian resolutely refused . She chose those early morning hours , when she might meet the young Swede uninterrupted by any other visitors ; she gave the most judicious advice with regard to the parts of the drama in which she was to ...
Pàgina 84
... Italy , and Syria , published some time since ; and lately through a translation of one of the most poetical of her prose works , " Gräfin Faustine , " a composition replete with eloquence , graceful in style , and abounding in pretty ...
... Italy , and Syria , published some time since ; and lately through a translation of one of the most poetical of her prose works , " Gräfin Faustine , " a composition replete with eloquence , graceful in style , and abounding in pretty ...
Pàgina 110
... Italy ; and when we reflect on it in connection with the boyish years of the artist , which at the period of its completion amounted to no more than seventeen , it is with a double feeling of de- lighted astonishment , as we carry ...
... Italy ; and when we reflect on it in connection with the boyish years of the artist , which at the period of its completion amounted to no more than seventeen , it is with a double feeling of de- lighted astonishment , as we carry ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 37 - Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others, she lets us devote ; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, So much was theirs who so little allowed : How all our copper had gone for his service ! Rags, — were they purple, his heart had been proud...
Pàgina 213 - We must not make a scare-crow of the law, ' Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
Pàgina 37 - We that had loved him so, followed him, honoured him, Lived in his mild and magnificent eye, Learned his great language, caught his clear accents, Made him our pattern to live and to die ! Shakespeare was of us, Milton was for us, Burns, Shelley, were with us, — they watch from their graves ! He alone breaks from the van and the freemen, He alone sinks to the rear and the slaves...
Pàgina 122 - See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
Pàgina 37 - One more devils'-triumph and sorrow for angels, One wrong more to man, one more insult to God ! Life's night begins : let him never come back to us ! There would be doubt, hesitation and pain, Forced praise on our part — the glimmer of twilight, Never glad confident morning again...
Pàgina 122 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Pàgina 271 - For over all there hung a cloud of fear ; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is haunted...
Pàgina 126 - Here the self-torturing sophist, wild Rousseau, The apostle of Affliction, he who threw Enchantment over passion, and from woe Wrung overwhelming eloquence, first drew The breath which made him wretched ; yet he knew How to make madness beautiful, and cast O'er erring deeds and thoughts a heavenly hue Of words, like sunbeams, dazzling as they past The eyes, which o'er them shed tears feelingly and fast.
Pàgina 28 - Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet than all other? Alas! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun ! Oh! it was pitiful! Near a whole city full Home she had none.
Pàgina 62 - And dazzle not thy deep-blue eyes; but, oh! While gazing on them sterner eyes will gush, And into mine my mother's weakness rush, Soft as the last drops round heaven's airy bow. For, through thy long dark lashes, low depending, The soul of melancholy Gentleness Gleams like a seraph from the sky descending, Above...