The Seer: Or, Common-places Refreshed, Том 2Roberts, 1864 |
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... window against it when heaven was not to look on . a The companionship of any thing greater or better than ourselves must do us good , unless we are destitute of all modesty or patience ; and a picture is a companion , and the next ...
... window against it when heaven was not to look on . a The companionship of any thing greater or better than ourselves must do us good , unless we are destitute of all modesty or patience ; and a picture is a companion , and the next ...
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... window , which supplies us with a fine sight ; and many a thick , unpierced wall thus lets us into the studies of the greatest men and the most beautiful scenes of nature . By living with pictures , we learn to “ read ” them , — to see ...
... window , which supplies us with a fine sight ; and many a thick , unpierced wall thus lets us into the studies of the greatest men and the most beautiful scenes of nature . By living with pictures , we learn to “ read ” them , — to see ...
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... twenty times as much ) , and , lastly , the engravings that make their way into the shop - windows , out of the annuals of the past season , and that are to be had for almost as little PUT UP A PICTURE IN YOUR ROOM . 19.
... twenty times as much ) , and , lastly , the engravings that make their way into the shop - windows , out of the annuals of the past season , and that are to be had for almost as little PUT UP A PICTURE IN YOUR ROOM . 19.
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... window , completes the exceeding and unique beauty of this picture , one that will for ever stand by itself in poetry as an addi- tion to the stock . It would have struck a glow on the face of Shakespeare himself . He might have put Imo ...
... window , completes the exceeding and unique beauty of this picture , one that will for ever stand by itself in poetry as an addi- tion to the stock . It would have struck a glow on the face of Shakespeare himself . He might have put Imo ...
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... window - panes : St. Agnes ' moon hath set . XXXVII . " Tis dark ; quick pattereth the flaw - blown sleet : " This is no dream ! my bride , my Madeline ! " ' Tis dark the icèd gusts still rave and beat . " No dream , alas , alas ! and ...
... window - panes : St. Agnes ' moon hath set . XXXVII . " Tis dark ; quick pattereth the flaw - blown sleet : " This is no dream ! my bride , my Madeline ! " ' Tis dark the icèd gusts still rave and beat . " No dream , alas , alas ! and ...
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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.