Literature and Art Books: Book SevenEducational Publishing Company, 1904 - 257 pàgines |
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Pàgina 11
... Mother . Crucifixion .... The Annunciation .. Ora Prima di Notte . ARTIST Raphael ..... Frontispiece . Delaroche . Turner ... Sargent .. Sargent . Sargent .... V. Schraudolph .. Raphael ..... PAGE Title page སྭཱ ཉྩཅེ 8 8 ཙ 19 29 39 49 ...
... Mother . Crucifixion .... The Annunciation .. Ora Prima di Notte . ARTIST Raphael ..... Frontispiece . Delaroche . Turner ... Sargent .. Sargent . Sargent .... V. Schraudolph .. Raphael ..... PAGE Title page སྭཱ ཉྩཅེ 8 8 ཙ 19 29 39 49 ...
Pàgina 28
... mother , the " little mother , " he was wont to say , “ who made him a priest of God . ” He died in Louisville , Ken- tucky , April 23 , 1886. His published writings are his " Poems " and a prose work , " A Crown for our Queen . " I ...
... mother , the " little mother , " he was wont to say , “ who made him a priest of God . ” He died in Louisville , Ken- tucky , April 23 , 1886. His published writings are his " Poems " and a prose work , " A Crown for our Queen . " I ...
Pàgina 32
... mother who idealized the land of her birth , who had the poetry , the music , the tragedy of it in her veins , albeit her years in it were brief , and her experience only of a little Cathedral town ; and a father who was , like many ...
... mother who idealized the land of her birth , who had the poetry , the music , the tragedy of it in her veins , albeit her years in it were brief , and her experience only of a little Cathedral town ; and a father who was , like many ...
Pàgina 51
... Mother of God , be with me still ! When the hours flew brightly by , And not a cloud obscured the sky , My soul , lest it should truant be , Thy grace did guide to Thine and thee . Now , when storms of Fate o'ercast Darkly my Present ...
... Mother of God , be with me still ! When the hours flew brightly by , And not a cloud obscured the sky , My soul , lest it should truant be , Thy grace did guide to Thine and thee . Now , when storms of Fate o'ercast Darkly my Present ...
Pàgina 68
... mother , Bag- got Street , Dublin . Davis is known chiefly for his stirring ballads , his songs of patriotism ; but he has left us some excellent prose productions . His essay on " National Art " gives us some idea of what his life ...
... mother , Bag- got Street , Dublin . Davis is known chiefly for his stirring ballads , his songs of patriotism ; but he has left us some excellent prose productions . His essay on " National Art " gives us some idea of what his life ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 214 - STUDIES serve for delight, for ornament, and for ability. Their chief use for delight is in privateness and retiring ; for ornament, is in discourse ; and for ability, is in the judgment and disposition of business. For expert men can execute, and perhaps judge of particulars, one by one ; but the general counsels, and the plots, and marshalling of affairs come best from those that are learned.
Pàgina 152 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Pàgina 156 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonored dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say : " Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Pàgina 153 - How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
Pàgina 154 - Some village Hampden that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton, here may rest ; Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
Pàgina 20 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Pàgina 215 - Crafty men contemn studies, simple men admire them, and wise men use them, for they teach not their own use; but that is a wisdom without them, and above them, won by observation.
Pàgina 80 - No rude sound shall reach* thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan or squadron tramping. Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the daybreak from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow. Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders challenge here, Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing, Shouting clans or squadrons stamping.
Pàgina 210 - The world recedes, it disappears ; Heaven opens on my eyes ; my ears, With sounds seraphic ring ! Lend, lend your wings ! I mount, I fly ! 0 grave ! where is thy victory ? O death! where is thy sting ?" Such is the end of a life spent in the service of God.
Pàgina 13 - PRUNE thou thy words, the thoughts control That o:er thee swell and throng ; They will condense within thy soul, And change to purpose strong. But he who lets his feelings run In soft luxurious flow, Shrinks when hard service must be done, And faints at every woe. Faith's meanest deed more favor bears, Where hearts and wills are weighed, Than brightest transports, choicest prayers, Which bloom their hour and fade.