The Seer: Or, Common-places Refreshed, Том 2Roberts, 1864 |
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... feel the beauties of a work of art , or to be capable of being led to feel them , is a gift which often falls to the lot of the poorest ; and this is what Raphael or Titian desired in those who looked at their 16 THE SEER .
... feel the beauties of a work of art , or to be capable of being led to feel them , is a gift which often falls to the lot of the poorest ; and this is what Raphael or Titian desired in those who looked at their 16 THE SEER .
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... feel- ings , but denying himself some of the most precious to a being so constituted , we feel proud for the sake of the capabilities of humanity ; proud because we belong to a species which we are utterly unable to illustrate so in our ...
... feel- ings , but denying himself some of the most precious to a being so constituted , we feel proud for the sake of the capabilities of humanity ; proud because we belong to a species which we are utterly unable to illustrate so in our ...
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... feel for our neighbors ought to be measured by the reasonable and Christian love which we bear towards ourselves ; since charity , which is benign and patient , obliges us to correct our neigh- bors for their failings with great ...
... feel for our neighbors ought to be measured by the reasonable and Christian love which we bear towards ourselves ; since charity , which is benign and patient , obliges us to correct our neigh- bors for their failings with great ...
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... feel the plump , feathery bird in his nook , shivering in spite of his natural household warmth , and staring out at the strange weather . The hare limping through the chill grass is very piteous , and the " silent flock " very patient ...
... feel the plump , feathery bird in his nook , shivering in spite of his natural household warmth , and staring out at the strange weather . The hare limping through the chill grass is very piteous , and the " silent flock " very patient ...
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... . In this word " flattered " is the whole theory of the secret of tears ; which are the tributes , more or less worthy , of self- pity to self - love . Whenever we shed tears , we take pity on ourselves ; and we feel , if we 50 THE SEER .
... . In this word " flattered " is the whole theory of the secret of tears ; which are the tributes , more or less worthy , of self- pity to self - love . Whenever we shed tears , we take pity on ourselves ; and we feel , if we 50 THE SEER .
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Сторінка 56 - Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow, and in his pained heart Made purple riot: then doth he propose A stratagem that makes the beldame start: "A cruel man and impious thou art...
Сторінка 97 - HOW oft, when thou, my music, music play'st, Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway'st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap To kiss the tender inward of thy hand, Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap, At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand!
Сторінка 60 - 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.
Сторінка 58 - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.
Сторінка 53 - Fix'd on the floor, saw many a sweeping train Pass by — she heeded not at all: in vain Came many a tiptoe, amorous cavalier, And back retir'd; not cool'd by high disdain, But she saw not: her heart was otherwhere: She sigh'd for Agnes' dreams, the sweetest of the year.
Сторінка 63 - These delicates he heaped with glowing hand On golden dishes and in baskets bright Of wreathed silver : sumptuous they stand In the retired quiet of the night, Filling the chilly room with perfume light. — ' And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake ! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite : Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake, Or I shall drowse beside thec, so my soul doth ache.
Сторінка 48 - Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold; Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.
Сторінка 77 - The village-clock tolled six— I wheeled about, Proud and exulting like an untired horse That cares not for his home. — All shod with steel We hissed along the polished ice, in games Confederate...
Сторінка 54 - Ah, happy chance! the aged creature came, Shuffling along with ivory-headed wand, To where he stood, hid from the torch's flame, Behind a broad hall-pillar, far beyond The sound of merriment and chorus bland...
Сторінка 52 - The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide : The level chambers, ready with their pride, Were glowing to receive a thousand guests : The carved angels, ever eager-eyed, Stared, where upon their heads the cornice rests, With hair blown back, and wings put cross-wise on their breasts.