A Literary Friendship: Letters of Lady Alwyne Compton, 1869-1881Murray, 1914 - 202 Seiten |
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Seite v - He who knows the most, he who knows what ' sweets and virtues are in the ground, the waters, the plants, the heavens, and how to come at these enchantments, is the rich and royal man.
Seite 55 - My life is dreary, He cometh not,' she said; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead ! ' The sparrow's chirrup on the roof, The slow clock ticking, and the sound Which to the wooing wind aloof The poplar made, did all confound Her sense ; but most she loathed the hour When the thick-moted sunbeam lay Athwart the chambers, and the day Was sloping toward his western bower. Then, said she, ' I am very dreary, He will not come...
Seite 116 - the close wood screen Plunged and replunged his weapon at a venture, Feeling for guilty thee and me: then broke The thunder like a whole sea overhead — Seb.
Seite 182 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle. To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew.
Seite 87 - He knew the secret of nature and art, — that truth is beauty, — and saying " I will make ' A wife of Bath ' as well as Emilie, and you shall remember her as long," we do remember her as long. And he sent us a train of pilgrims, each with a distinct individuality apart from the pilgrimage, all the way from Southwark and the Tabard Inn, to Canterbury and Becket's shrine : and their laughter comes never to an end, and their talk goes on with the stars, and all the railroads which may intersect the...
Seite 74 - Then spoke King Arthur, breathing heavily: "What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?" And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere: "I heard the water lapping on the crag , And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
Seite 105 - MORTE D'ARTHUR. So all day long the noise of battle rolled Among the mountains by the winter sea ; Until King Arthur's table, man by man, Had fallen in Lyonness about their Lord, King Arthur : then, because his wound was deep The bold Sir Bedivere uplifted him, Sir Bedivere, the last of all his knights, And bore him to a chapel nigh the field, A broken chancel with a broken cross, That stood on...
Seite 154 - Again, the devil taketh him up into an exceeding high mountain, and sheweth him all the kingdoms of the ;world, and the glory of them, in a moment of time.
Seite 183 - THERE SHALL BE NO MORE SEA!" There shall be no more sea!
Seite 54 - He will not come," she said. She said, " I am aweary — aweary, Oh God, that I were dead !" Five months had passed since Merrick left her — five months of this anguish ! No confidant, no friend had she, save his mother, and her at an early period only ; for as time went on, she cowered at home alway shrinking from every eye that might read her secret.