Relfe brothers' model reading-books, in prose and verse, ed., with notes and intr. by R.F. Charles, Volum 5Richard Fletcher Charles 1882 |
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Pàgina 87
... , shaped after his own designs , which covered with the exquisite white enamel he had discovered , he purposed to adorn with lovely paintings . He saw them doubt- less in his mind's eye , beautiful , as those Palissy the Potter . 87.
... , shaped after his own designs , which covered with the exquisite white enamel he had discovered , he purposed to adorn with lovely paintings . He saw them doubt- less in his mind's eye , beautiful , as those Palissy the Potter . 87.
Pàgina 88
Richard Fletcher Charles. less in his mind's eye , beautiful , as those he actually produced in after years , those perfect master- pieces of porcelain in relief , and dishes ornamented with figures , beasts , reptiles , insects ...
Richard Fletcher Charles. less in his mind's eye , beautiful , as those he actually produced in after years , those perfect master- pieces of porcelain in relief , and dishes ornamented with figures , beasts , reptiles , insects ...
Pàgina 89
... mind the furnace ? " " I trust it will have done its work . The enamel will surely melt soon . " But the hours of that day passed on ; and the dark night succeeded , and still , amid the blaze and crackle of the furnace , Palissy worked ...
... mind the furnace ? " " I trust it will have done its work . The enamel will surely melt soon . " But the hours of that day passed on ; and the dark night succeeded , and still , amid the blaze and crackle of the furnace , Palissy worked ...
Pàgina 113
... mind , and make me master of it . Therefore I took some of the tales in the Spectator , and turned them into verse ; and after a time , when I had pretty well forgotten the prose , turned them back again . I also sometimes jumbled my ...
... mind , and make me master of it . Therefore I took some of the tales in the Spectator , and turned them into verse ; and after a time , when I had pretty well forgotten the prose , turned them back again . I also sometimes jumbled my ...
Pàgina 119
... mind . " The dew , the blossom on the tree , With charms inconstant shine ; Their charms were his ; but woe to me , Their constancy was mine . " For still I tried each fickle art , Importunate and vain ; And while his passion touched my ...
... mind . " The dew , the blossom on the tree , With charms inconstant shine ; Their charms were his ; but woe to me , Their constancy was mine . " For still I tried each fickle art , Importunate and vain ; And while his passion touched my ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 98 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth ; And constancy lives in realms above ; And life is thorny ; and youth is vain ; And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain.
Pàgina 43 - A day of darkness and of gloominess, a day of clouds and of thick darkness, as the morning spread upon the mountains: a great people and a strong; there hath not been ever the like, neither shall be any more after it, even to the years of many generations.
Pàgina 293 - Harmonious numbers ; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note. Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Pàgina 306 - My hold of the colonies is in the close affection which grows from common names, from kindred blood, from similar privileges, and equal protection. These are ties which, though light as air, are as strong as links of iron. Let the colonies always keep the idea of their civil rights associated with your government; they will cling and grapple to you, and no force under heaven will be of power to tear them from their allegiance. But let it...
Pàgina 166 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist : A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain...
Pàgina 292 - Or hear'st thou rather, pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell ? Before the sun, Before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
Pàgina 112 - I had never before seen any of them. I bought it, read it over and over, and was much delighted with it. I thought the writing excellent, and wished, if possible, to imitate it.
Pàgina 141 - I thought of this, and I was glad, For thought of them had made me mad; But I was curious to ascend To my barr'd windows, and to bend Once more, upon the mountains high, The quiet of a loving eye.
Pàgina 159 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Pàgina 119 - But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay ; I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay. " And there forlorn, despairing, hid, I'll lay me down and die ; 'Tvvas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.