Life of Benjamin Robert Haydon: Historical Painter, from His Autobiography and Journals, Band 1

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Longman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1853
 

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Seite 206 - Tis not the balm, the sceptre, and the ball, The sword, the mace, the crown imperial, The intertissued robe of gold and pearl, The farced title running fore the king, The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp That beats upon the high shore of this world — No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony, Not all these, laid in bed majestical, Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave...
Seite 326 - While the whole world seems adverse to desert. And, oh! when Nature sinks, as oft she may, Through long-lived pressure of obscure distress, Still to be strenuous for the bright reward, And in the soul admit of no decay, Brook no continuance of weak-mindedness— Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!
Seite 360 - GREAT spirits now on earth are sojourning : He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake, Who on Helvellyn's summit, wide awake, Catches his freshness from Archangel's wing...
Seite 363 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this,— That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Seite 360 - He of the rose, the violet, the spring, The social smile, the chain for Freedom's sake : And lo ! whose steadfastness would never take A meaner sound than Raphael's whispering. And other spirits there are standing apart Upon the forehead of the age to come ; These, these will give the world another heart, And other pulses. Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings ? Listen awhile, ye nations, and be dumb.
Seite 295 - You have lost your labour, my Lord Elgin ; your marbles are overrated ; they are not Greek, they are Roman of the time of Hadrian.
Seite 394 - Where be ye going, you Devon Maid ? And what have ye there in the Basket ? Ye tight little fairy just fresh from the dairy, Will ye give me some cream if I ask it ? I love your Meads, and I love your flowers, And I love your junkets mainly, But 'hind the door I love kissing more, O look not so disdainly.
Seite 303 - As for Hazlitt, it is not to be believed how the destruction of Napoleon affected him; he seemed prostrated in mind and body, he walked about unwashed, unshaved, hardly sober by day, and always intoxicated by night, literally, without exaggeration, for weeks; until at length, wakening up as it were from his stupor, he at once left off all stimulating liquors, and never touched them after.
Seite 332 - Ceci s'adresse à vous, esprits du dernier ordre, Qui, n'étant bons à rien, cherchez sur tout à mordre. Vous vous tourmentez vainement. Croyez-vous que vos dents impriment leurs outrages Sur tant de beaux ouvrages ? Ils sont pour vous d'airain, d'acier, de diamant.
Seite 202 - The hand of the diligent shall bear rule: but the slothful shall be under tribute.

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