Evenings at Haddon Hall: A Series of Romantic Tales of the Olden Timebaroness E. C. de Calabrella H.G. Bohn, 1851 - 432 pàgines |
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Evenings at Haddon Hall: A Series of Romantic Tales of the Olden Time baroness E. C. de Calabrella Visualització completa - 1853 |
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Pàgina 195 - Out upon Time ! it will leave no more Of the things to come than the things before ! Out upon Time ! who for ever will leave But enough of the past for the future to grieve...
Pàgina 198 - TIME rolls his ceaseless course. The race of yore, Who danced our infancy upon their knee, And told our marvelling boyhood legends store vaa Of their strange ventures happed by land or sea, How are they blotted from the things that be ! How few, all weak and withered of their force, Wait on the verge of dark eternity, Like stranded wrecks, the tide returning hoarse, w2s To sweep them from our sight ! Time rolls his ceaseless course.
Pàgina 201 - Look on its broken arch, its ruined wall, Its chambers desolate, and portals foul : Yes, this was once Ambition's airy hall, The dome of Thought, the palace of the Soul ! Behold through each lack-lustre, eyeless hole, The gay recess of Wisdom and of Wit, And Passion's host, that never...
Pàgina 412 - Which to no box his being owes. Lips, where all day A lover's kiss may play, Yet carry nothing thence away.
Pàgina 203 - The universal instinct of repose, The longing for confirmed tranquillity, Inward and outward ; humble, yet sublime : The life where hope and memory are as one ; Earth quiet and unchanged ; the human soul Consistent in self-rule ; and heaven revealed To meditation in that quietness...
Pàgina 412 - Tis love in love that makes the sport. There's no such thing as that we beauty call ; It is mere cozenage all ; For though some long ago Liked certain colours mingled so and so, That doth not tie me now from choosing new ; If I a fancy take To black and blue, That fancy doth it beauty make.
Pàgina 204 - A child of Earth, I rested, in that stage Of my past course to which these thoughts advert, Upon Earth's native energies ; forgetting That mine was a condition which required Nor energy nor fortitude, — a calm Without vicissitude; which, if the like Had been presented to my view elsewhere, I might...
Pàgina 322 - Yon children chasing the wild bees Have lips as full and fair As Plato had, or Sophocles, When bees sought honey there. But song of bard or sage's lore Those fields ennoble now no more : It is not Greece, — it must not be, — And yet, look up, — the land is free ! I gazed round Marathon. The plain In peaceful sunshine slept; Eternal Sabbath there her reign Inviolably kept -. " Is this the battle-field ? " I cried. An eagle from on high replied With shade far cast and clangor shrill "Yes, yes,...
Pàgina 192 - Niddry this day as thy guest ; Brief warning hast thou to prepare royal cheer, To shoot the wild moor-fowl, or slay the red deer ; Yet fling wide thy portals, and blithe will she be, Though rude be the fare, to take breakfast with thee.