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On the lid is carved the Crucifixion , with the Virgin and St . John , one on each
side of the Cross ; and round the cup are carved the twelve Apostles . Ale is
mentioned in the laws of Tua , King of Wessex , who ascended the throne about
the ...
On the lid is carved the Crucifixion , with the Virgin and St . John , one on each
side of the Cross ; and round the cup are carved the twelve Apostles . Ale is
mentioned in the laws of Tua , King of Wessex , who ascended the throne about
the ...
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... to Lord John Russell . ” Mrs . Jameson only busied herself with “ Art ” as it was
understood in the last generation , when it meant almost exclusively painting and
sculpture . To appreciate her labours aright , it is essential to remember the state
...
... to Lord John Russell . ” Mrs . Jameson only busied herself with “ Art ” as it was
understood in the last generation , when it meant almost exclusively painting and
sculpture . To appreciate her labours aright , it is essential to remember the state
...
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When the " Letter to Lord John Russell ” was written and published , she said “
Now I have said all I can say upon these subjects , and I must return to art . " But
at the meeting of the Association for the Promotion of Social Science , at Bradford
...
When the " Letter to Lord John Russell ” was written and published , she said “
Now I have said all I can say upon these subjects , and I must return to art . " But
at the meeting of the Association for the Promotion of Social Science , at Bradford
...
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But every man , according to old John Stowe , would " walk into the sweet
meadows and green woods , there to rejoice their spirits with the beauty and
savour of sweet flowers , and with the harmony of birds praising God in their kind
. " As the ...
But every man , according to old John Stowe , would " walk into the sweet
meadows and green woods , there to rejoice their spirits with the beauty and
savour of sweet flowers , and with the harmony of birds praising God in their kind
. " As the ...
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... bloom Thou fliest thy vocal valeAn annual guest in other lands , Another spring
to hail . Oh , could I fly , I ' d fly with thee ! We ' d make , with joyful wing , Our
annual visit o ' er the globe , Attendants on the spring . JOHN LOGAN , 1748 -
1788 .
... bloom Thou fliest thy vocal valeAn annual guest in other lands , Another spring
to hail . Oh , could I fly , I ' d fly with thee ! We ' d make , with joyful wing , Our
annual visit o ' er the globe , Attendants on the spring . JOHN LOGAN , 1748 -
1788 .
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Сторінка 177 - ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house 'at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Сторінка 38 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread...
Сторінка 176 - All shod with steel, We hissed along the polished ice in games Confederate, imitative of the chase And woodland pleasures, — the resounding horn, The pack loud chiming, and the hunted hare.
Сторінка 277 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Сторінка 84 - How oft, at school, with most believing mind, Presageful, have I gazed upon the bars, To watch that fluttering stranger ! and as oft With unclosed lids, already had I dreamt Of my sweet birth-place, and the old church-tower, Whose bells, the poor man's only music, rang From morn to evening, all the hot Fair-day, So sweetly, that they stirred and haunted me With a wild pleasure, falling on mine ear Most like articulate sounds of things to come...
Сторінка 208 - Edward, by the grace of God, king of England, lord of Ireland, and duke of Aquitaine, to all those that these present letters shall hear or see, greeting.
Сторінка 84 - Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall Heard only in the trances of the blast, Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.
Сторінка 97 - Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Сторінка 84 - Inaudible as dreams! the thin blue flame Lies on my low-burnt fire, and quivers not; Only that film, which fluttered on the grate, Still flutters there, the sole unquiet thing. Methinks, its motion in this hush of nature Gives it dim sympathies with me who live, Making it a companionable form, Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling Spirit By its own moods interprets, everywhere Echo or mirror seeking of itself, And makes a toy of Thought.
Сторінка 83 - From dewy sward or thorny spray; All the heaped Autumn's wealth, With a still, mysterious stealth: She will mix these pleasures up Like three fit wines in a cup...