The Passionate Pilgrim: Or Eros and AnterosChapman and Hall, 1858 - 246 Seiten |
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... looked : I read these defeated supplications : but I could not recall her face now ; but I could pray no longer . It was not so in those ages of faith . In the expectant silence of the central cricket - field , in the hubbub of the ...
... looked : I read these defeated supplications : but I could not recall her face now ; but I could pray no longer . It was not so in those ages of faith . In the expectant silence of the central cricket - field , in the hubbub of the ...
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... looked round expectant to see questa gen- tilissima then , as last in London , walking the streets of Florence : - Ella sen va sentendosi laudare Benignamente d ' umiltà vestuta , E par che sia una cosa venuta Di cielo in terra a ...
... looked round expectant to see questa gen- tilissima then , as last in London , walking the streets of Florence : - Ella sen va sentendosi laudare Benignamente d ' umiltà vestuta , E par che sia una cosa venuta Di cielo in terra a ...
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... looked at each other with laughing dazzling eyes , and turning for relief to the green shade , traced the lightning lines which , in silent swiftness of curvature , ran over grey rock , and woodbine net , and the first fallen autumnal ...
... looked at each other with laughing dazzling eyes , and turning for relief to the green shade , traced the lightning lines which , in silent swiftness of curvature , ran over grey rock , and woodbine net , and the first fallen autumnal ...
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... looked down on a sea of dark - topped vines and olives , intersected by the dim serpentine Arno , bearing south- ward from Castello to Florence . Pistoia with her many domes and towers was below , sunk in hot haze beside the level ...
... looked down on a sea of dark - topped vines and olives , intersected by the dim serpentine Arno , bearing south- ward from Castello to Florence . Pistoia with her many domes and towers was below , sunk in hot haze beside the level ...
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... looked onwards over a life rich in the promise of blessin so profound , happiness so august and plenary , that G Himself , with His own best , I thought , could hard better it . XXXII Then , to crown all by the sharpness of its co tion ...
... looked onwards over a life rich in the promise of blessin so profound , happiness so august and plenary , that G Himself , with His own best , I thought , could hard better it . XXXII Then , to crown all by the sharpness of its co tion ...
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Aeneid Aeschylus aether affection amongst ancient answer appeared beneath better blessedness blessing bright Catullus child Collina confession consolation conviction Dante dark dark summit dear death delight Desiderata desire Désirée's despair earth earthly eternity experience exultation eyes faith fancy fate fear feel felt friends Goethe grace happiness heart heaven Heracleitus holy hope human knew least less looked lost Lucretius MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI mind Monte Acuto moral mysterious Nature ness never noble Ombrone once Paradise passed passion PASSIONATE PILGRIM perhaps PETRARCH phrase Pistoia Plato pleasure poet present preter recollection regret remembrance rience rock scene secret seemed sense silence smiles solitude sophism SOPHOCLES sorrow soul spirit stars strange summit sweet Tacitus Tesoretto thee things thought of Désirée thousand tion Trèves triumph true truly truth vanity vast vision voice wandering whilst words Wordsworth youth
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Seite 188 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Seite 16 - We were, fair queen, Two lads that thought there was no more behind, But such a day to-morrow as to-day, And to be boy eternal. Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two ? Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i' the sun And bleat the one at the other.
Seite 96 - Tired with all these for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly (doctor-like) controlling skill, And simple truth miscalled simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill.
Seite 90 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour, With music sweet as love which overflows her bower.
Seite 96 - And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill, And simple truth miscalled simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill: Tired with all these, from these would I be gone, Save that to die I leave my love alone.
Seite 162 - Away! we know that tears are vain, That death nor heeds nor hears distress: Will this unteach us to complain? Or make one mourner weep the less? And thou — who tell'st me to forget, Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.
Seite 58 - He will fulfil the desire of them that fear him: He also will hear their cry, and will save them.
Seite 139 - Solomon. Prosperity is not without many fears and distastes ; and Adversity is not without comforts and hopes. We see in needleworks and embroideries it is more pleasing to have a lively work upon a sad and solemn ground than to have a dark and melancholy work upon a lightsome ground : judge therefore of the pleasure of the heart by the pleasure of the eye. Certainly virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when they are incensed or crushed ; for Prosperity doth best discover vice, but Adversity...
Seite 203 - In truth, the great Elements we know of, are no mean comforters : the open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown — the Air is our robe of state — the Earth is our throne, and the Sea a mighty minstrel playing before it — able, like David's harp, to make such a one as you forget almost the tempest cares of life.
Seite 146 - Tis in truth The loneliest place we have among the clouds. And She who dwells with me, whom I have loved With such communion, that no place on earth Can ever be a solitude to me, Hath to this lonely summit given my Name.