The Seer: Or, Common-places Refreshed, Volum 2Roberts, 1864 |
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... SWEET MUSIC PRODUCES SADNESS 102 DANCING AND DANCERS 105 • TWELFTH NIGHT . - A STREET PORTRAIT . — SHAKESPEARE'S PLAY . RECOLLECTIONS OF A TWELFTH NIGHT 115 RULES IN MAKING PRESENTS 127 ROMANCE OF COMMONPLACE 130 AMIABLENESS SUPERIOR TO ...
... SWEET MUSIC PRODUCES SADNESS 102 DANCING AND DANCERS 105 • TWELFTH NIGHT . - A STREET PORTRAIT . — SHAKESPEARE'S PLAY . RECOLLECTIONS OF A TWELFTH NIGHT 115 RULES IN MAKING PRESENTS 127 ROMANCE OF COMMONPLACE 130 AMIABLENESS SUPERIOR TO ...
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... we hear the organ roll , and the choir- voices rising , and see the white wax - candles on the altar , and the dark glowing paintings , full of hopeful or sweet - suffering faces . But most truly beautiful A GENTLEMAN - SAINT . 27.
... we hear the organ roll , and the choir- voices rising , and see the white wax - candles on the altar , and the dark glowing paintings , full of hopeful or sweet - suffering faces . But most truly beautiful A GENTLEMAN - SAINT . 27.
Pàgina 28
Or, Common-places Refreshed Leigh Hunt. or sweet - suffering faces . But most truly beautiful , certainly , must they have been , when they had such a man as this St. Francis de Sales ministering at the altar , and making those ...
Or, Common-places Refreshed Leigh Hunt. or sweet - suffering faces . But most truly beautiful , certainly , must they have been , when they had such a man as this St. Francis de Sales ministering at the altar , and making those ...
Pàgina 29
... sweet by being candied with sugar : such is reproof , bitter till candied with meekness , and preserved with the fire of charity . ' " St. Francis always discouraged professions of humility , if they were not very true and very sincere ...
... sweet by being candied with sugar : such is reproof , bitter till candied with meekness , and preserved with the fire of charity . ' " St. Francis always discouraged professions of humility , if they were not very true and very sincere ...
Pàgina 35
... sweet odor on all around . " To obey a ferocious , savage , ill - humored , thankless master , is to draw clear water from a fountain streaming from the jaws of a brazen lion , as Sam- son says . It is to find food in the devourer . It ...
... sweet odor on all around . " To obey a ferocious , savage , ill - humored , thankless master , is to draw clear water from a fountain streaming from the jaws of a brazen lion , as Sam- son says . It is to find food in the devourer . It ...
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The Seer; Or Common-Places refreshed: By Leigh Hunt. In 2 Parts. II Leigh Hunt Visualització completa - 1850 |
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Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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!
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.