Recollections of Aubrey De VereE. Arnold, 1897 - 374 pàgines |
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Pàgina 125 - And if thou saidst I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied!
Pàgina 8 - VOLUME II. Thornton. A SPORTING TOUR THROUGH THE NORTHERN PARTS OF ENGLAND AND GREAT PART OF THE HIGHLANDS OF SCOTLAND. By Colonel T. THORNTON, of Thornville Royal, in Yorkshire. With the Original Illustrations by GARRARD, and other Illustrations and Coloured Plates by GE LODGE. ' Sportsmen of all descriptions will gladly welcome the sumptuous new edition issued by Mr. Edward Arnold of Colonel T. Thornton's ' ' Sporting Tour," which has long been a scarce book.
Pàgina 269 - A sea before The Throne is spread ; its pure, still glass Pictures all earth-scenes as they pass. We, on its shore, • Share, in the bosom of our rest, GOD'S knowledge, and are blest ! LIV.
Pàgina 195 - Where no hope is, life's a warning That only serves to make us grieve, When we are old...
Pàgina 133 - THOU ! whose fancies from afar are brought ; Who of thy words dost make a mock apparel, And fittest to unutterable thought The breeze-like motion and the self-born carol ; Thou faery voyager ! that dost float In such clear water, that thy boat May rather seem To brood on air than on an earthly stream ; Suspended in a stream as clear as sky, Where earth and heaven do make one imagery ; 0 blessed vision ! happy child ! Thou art so exquisitely wild, 1 think of thee with...
Pàgina 129 - He should have left his pencil and notebook at home, fixed his eye as he walked with a reverent attention on all that surrounded him, and taken all into a heart that could understand and enjoy. Then, after several days had passed by, he should have interrogated his memory as to the scene. He would have discovered that while much of what he had admired was preserved to him, much was also most wisely obliterated ; that which remained — the picture surviving in his mind — would have presented the...
Pàgina 256 - Early in the evening a singularly graceful figure in cap and gown glided into the room. The slight form and gracious address' might have belonged either to a youthful ascetic of the middle ages or to a graceful high-bred lady of our own days. He was pale and thin almost to emaciation, swift of pace, but when not walking intensely still, with a voice sweet and pathetic, and so distinct that you could count each vowel and consonant in every word.
Pàgina 213 - — "Power's footstool is Opinion, and his throne The Human Heart : thus only Kings maintain Prerogatives God-sanctioned. The coarse chain Tyrants would bind around us may be blown Aside, like foam, that with a breath is gone : For there's a tide within the popular vein That despots in their pride may not restrain ; Swoln with a vigour that is all its own. Ye who would steer along these doubtful seas, Lifting your proud sails to high heaven, beware ! Rocks throng the waves, and tempests load the...
Pàgina 87 - Reverberating through the empyrean, And yearned to gaze while your white-throated surges Leap, and dissolve in air, like shapes Protean, That sport in the sunset, as the moon emerges Over the sea-cliff? Have I not felt the longing Then most intensely, when the storm-steed rushes O'er the wild waves tumultuously thronging, Smiting their wan crests, — scattering as he crushes ; — To stand on some lone peak, and hear, from under Its caverued base, the ocean's melancholy thunder?
Pàgina 276 - Especially when I was left by myself, the thought came upon me that deliverance is wrought, not by the many but by the few, not by bodies but by persons.
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