The Seer: Or, Common-places Refreshed, Volum 2Roberts, 1864 |
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Pàgina 10
... taste of the noble prerogative - sorrows of man ? She is a sprightly cat , hardly past her youth : so , happening to move the fringe of the rug a little with our foot , she darts out a paw , and begins plucking it and inquiring into the ...
... taste of the noble prerogative - sorrows of man ? She is a sprightly cat , hardly past her youth : so , happening to move the fringe of the rug a little with our foot , she darts out a paw , and begins plucking it and inquiring into the ...
Pàgina 11
... taste for fish , a creature with whose element it has so little to do , that it is supposed even to abhor it ; though lately we read somewhere of a swimming cat , that used to fish for itself . And this reminds us of an exquisite ...
... taste for fish , a creature with whose element it has so little to do , that it is supposed even to abhor it ; though lately we read somewhere of a swimming cat , that used to fish for itself . And this reminds us of an exquisite ...
Pàgina 14
... taste for pictures ; " but they have a taste for objects to be found in pictures , -for trees , for landscapes , for human beauty , for scenes of life ; or , if not for all these , yet surely for some one of them : and it is highly ...
... taste for pictures ; " but they have a taste for objects to be found in pictures , -for trees , for landscapes , for human beauty , for scenes of life ; or , if not for all these , yet surely for some one of them : and it is highly ...
Pàgina 33
... taste . However , though he had no peculiarities of behavior , it appeared so singular that he should have no singularities , that he struck me , therefore , as very singular . WILLINGLY , NOT BY CONSTRAINT . 6 " This was my friend's ...
... taste . However , though he had no peculiarities of behavior , it appeared so singular that he should have no singularities , that he struck me , therefore , as very singular . WILLINGLY , NOT BY CONSTRAINT . 6 " This was my friend's ...
Pàgina 55
... taste of the exordium is kept up . All is still wintry . There is to be no comfort in the poem but what is given by love . All else may be willingly left to the cold walls . XIV . " St. Agnes ! Ah ! it is St. Agnes ' Eve ; Yet men will ...
... taste of the exordium is kept up . All is still wintry . There is to be no comfort in the poem but what is given by love . All else may be willingly left to the cold walls . XIV . " St. Agnes ! Ah ! it is St. Agnes ' Eve ; Yet men will ...
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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.