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Seite 263 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Seite 234 - ... that precedes it, so perfectly does it keep time to its enchanting sounds, leaving a bright trace behind, like the memory of departed happiness. But who is he that guides this beauteous bark ? his tall and slight figure is curved, and his snowy locks, falling over ruddy cheeks, show that age has bent but not broken him : he looks like one born to command — a hoary Neptune, steering over his native element ; — all eyes are fixed, but his follow the glittering barge that precedes him.
Seite 86 - My free and feathery Jasmine-tree, Within the fragrance of thy breath, Yon dungeon grated to its key, And the chained captive pined for death. On border fray, on feudal crime, I dream not while I gaze on thee ; The chieftains of that stern old time Could ne'er have loved a Jasmine-tree. LORD MORPETH. * Lord William Howard.— See " Lay of the Last Minstrel,
Seite 85 - Than all the wealth of fairy bower. I ask not while I near thee dwell, Arabia's spice, or Syria's rose ; Thy light festoons more freshly smell — Thy virgin white more freshly glows.
Seite 234 - ... looks like one born to command — a hoary Neptune, steering over his native element ; — all eyes are fixed, but his follow the glittering barge that precedes him. And who is she that has the seat of honour at his side ? Her fair, large, and unmeaning face wears a placid smile ; and those light -blue eyes and fair ringlets speak her of another land ; her lips, too, want the fine chiselling which marks those of the sunny clime of Italy ; and the expression of her countenance has in it more of...
Seite 12 - Recollect thyself," replied the phantom. " Was not thy master Socrates persecuted unto death, and Aristides ostracised on account of his virtues ? Canst thou name one great man who in life was not calumniated for his services ? Thou standest not alone. To shine is to injure the self-love of others; and self-love is the most vindictive of human feelings." "Yet had I not been an Athenian," murmured Phylias, " I might have received something of gratitude.
Seite 234 - Innumerable bouts, filled with lords and ladies, follow, but intrude not on the privacy of this regal bark, which passes before us like the visions in a dream. He who steered was Ferdinand, king of the two Sicilies; and she who sat beside him was Maria-Louisa, ex-empress of France. The...