The Southern Monthly Magazine, Том 1Creighton and Scales, 1864 |
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... Philokalos , his infant son , should arrive at an age to wield it ; and Eunus was again to be charged that no oppor- tunity was to be lost of impressing the boy with a reverence for the name and glory of his ancestors , and with the ...
... Philokalos , his infant son , should arrive at an age to wield it ; and Eunus was again to be charged that no oppor- tunity was to be lost of impressing the boy with a reverence for the name and glory of his ancestors , and with the ...
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... Philokalos sighed that he was not of an age to show his father's companions in arms that the valour of Crantor had descended to his son . But this excitement and fervour gradually subsided as year after year passed away , and the war ...
... Philokalos sighed that he was not of an age to show his father's companions in arms that the valour of Crantor had descended to his son . But this excitement and fervour gradually subsided as year after year passed away , and the war ...
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... Philokalos had passed the age of twenty , and his sister that of nineteen , at which period they were as fair and interesting a pair as poet could desire for his song , or painter for his canvas . Philokalos was of a middle stature ...
... Philokalos had passed the age of twenty , and his sister that of nineteen , at which period they were as fair and interesting a pair as poet could desire for his song , or painter for his canvas . Philokalos was of a middle stature ...
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... Philokalos and Iothales at the time when the course of events began to indicate an interruption to the calm and happy life which had hitherto been their lot . CHAPTER V. Until his heart is well nigh overwound , And turns for calmness to ...
... Philokalos and Iothales at the time when the course of events began to indicate an interruption to the calm and happy life which had hitherto been their lot . CHAPTER V. Until his heart is well nigh overwound , And turns for calmness to ...
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... Philokalos in particular loved to gaze upon its details , and never failed to be re- minded by it of his early vows and resolutions , and of the old sword which hung in the hall , the destined instrument by which he was to carry them ...
... Philokalos in particular loved to gaze upon its details , and never failed to be re- minded by it of his early vows and resolutions , and of the old sword which hung in the hall , the destined instrument by which he was to carry them ...
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Сторінка 545 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?
Сторінка 550 - Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere Nor any drop to drink.
Сторінка 545 - Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy : Till the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused Into the mighty vision passing there, As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven. Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstacy '• Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my hymn.
Сторінка 362 - We are such forest-trees, and our fair boughs Have bred forth, not pale, solitary doves, But eagles, golden-feather'd, who do tower Above us in their beauty, and must reign In right thereof; for 'tis the eternal law That first in beauty should be first in might : Yea, by that law, another race may drive Our conquerors to mourn as we do now.
Сторінка 361 - So on our heels a fresh perfection treads, A power more strong in beauty, born of us And fated to excel us, as we pass In glory that old Darkness: nor are we Thereby more conquer'd, than by us the rule Of shapeless Chaos.
Сторінка 362 - O for a draught of vintage, that hath been Cool'da long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora and the country-green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sun-burnt mirth ! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Сторінка 362 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Сторінка 142 - With a sleety whistle through them, Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding at the prime. In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy brook, Thy bubblings ne'er remember Apollo's summer look ; But with a sweet forgetting They stay their crystal fretting, Never, never petting About the frozen time. Ah ! would 'twere so with many A gentle girl and boy ! But were there ever any Writhed not at passed joy? To know the change and feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steal it...
Сторінка 359 - Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth...
Сторінка 545 - Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!