Heath's book of beauty [afterw.] The Book of beauty; or Regal galleryCharles Heath |
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... leaving behind ? " I was no unworthy daughter of such a sire ; I advanced in these divine studies even to his wish , and looked to the future with a hope which many years had deadened in himself , but from which I caught an omen of ...
... leaving behind ? " I was no unworthy daughter of such a sire ; I advanced in these divine studies even to his wish , and looked to the future with a hope which many years had deadened in himself , but from which I caught an omen of ...
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... leaves were already damp and discoloured . All wore the present and outward signs of our eternal doom - to perish in corruption . " The shadows of the evening fell , deepening the gloom into darkness - the one last bright ray had long ...
... leaves were already damp and discoloured . All wore the present and outward signs of our eternal doom - to perish in corruption . " The shadows of the evening fell , deepening the gloom into darkness - the one last bright ray had long ...
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... leaves the heart with a full know- ledge of its own vanity and nothingness , which saith , The object of my passion still remains , but it is worthless in my sight - never more can I renew my early feeling - I marvel how I ever could ...
... leaves the heart with a full know- ledge of its own vanity and nothingness , which saith , The object of my passion still remains , but it is worthless in my sight - never more can I renew my early feeling - I marvel how I ever could ...
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... leave my solitude , to visit earth ; to seek , if I could not recall , my humanity ; to in- terest myself in my species , and help even while I despised them . The thousand hues of sunset were deepening into the rich purple of twilight ...
... leave my solitude , to visit earth ; to seek , if I could not recall , my humanity ; to in- terest myself in my species , and help even while I despised them . The thousand hues of sunset were deepening into the rich purple of twilight ...
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... leave him . Loud sobs came from the further part of the chamber : there was now no one to disturb by that passion of sorrow . - - " Human misery is an awful sight . The old nurse approached the corse ; she smoothed the long dark hair ...
... leave him . Loud sobs came from the further part of the chamber : there was now no one to disturb by that passion of sorrow . - - " Human misery is an awful sight . The old nurse approached the corse ; she smoothed the long dark hair ...
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Page 126 - No — man is dear to man ; the poorest poor Long for some moments in a weary life •' When they can know and feel that they have been, Themselves, the fathers and the dealers out Of some small blessings ; have been kind to such As needed kindness, for this single cause, That we have all of us one human heart.
Page 230 - That stifled feeling dare not shed, And changed her cheek from pale to red, And red to pale, as through her ears Those winged words like arrows sped, What could such be but maiden fears ? So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry...
Page 69 - Thy proffer I do scorn ; I will not yield to any Scot That ever yet was born." With that there came an arrow keen Out of an English bow, Which struck Earl Douglas to the heart, A deep and deadly blow ; Who never...
Page 68 - The hunting of that day. The stout Earl of Northumberland A vow to God did make, His pleasure in the Scottish woods Three summer days to take; The chiefest harts in Chevy-Chase To kill and bear away.
Page 226 - THE winds are high on Helle's wave, As on that night of stormy water When Love, who sent, forgot to save The young, the beautiful, the brave, The lonely hope of Sestos
Page 248 - Well, well, he wearied, as men ever weary of woman's complaining, however bitter may be the injury which has wrung reproach from the unwilling lip. Many a sad hour did she spend weeping in the lonely tower, which had once seemed to her like a palace ; for then the radiance of love was around it — and love, forsooth, is something like the fairies in our own land ; for a time it can make all that is base and worthless seem most glittering and precious.
Page 126 - House," who, to use that common but most expressive phrase, had turned out " no better than he should do." Luckily, going home one night in a state of intoxication, he broke his neck — an event Mrs. Bird deplored much more than her neighbours thought necessary. However, it was not that sort of grief which requires consolation ; and the widow was not tempted to forget the miseries of her first marriage in the happiness of a second. She never gave hope that triumph over experience, which Dr. Johnson...
Page 23 - ... accomplished — I was immortal ; and what was this immortality ? A dark and measureless future. Alas, we had mistaken life for felicity ! What was my knowledge ? it only served to shew its own vanity ; what was my power, when its exercise only served to work out the decrees of an inexorable necessity ? I had parted myself from my kind, but I had not acquired the nature of a spirit. I had lost of humanity but its illusions, and they alone are what render it supportable. The mystic scrolls over...
Page 1 - Atlantic, the boundary of two separate worlds, apart like those of memory and of hope! or in the bright Pacific, whose tides are turned to gold by a southern sun, and in whose bosom sleep a thousand isles, each covered with the verdure, the flowers, and the fruit of Eden! But, amid all thy hereditary kingdoms, to which hast thou given beauty, as a birthright, lavishly as thou hast to thy favourite Mediterranean? The silence of a summer night is now sleeping on its bosom, where the bright stars are...
Page 244 - ... feathers at each corner; the walls were old; and the tapestry shook with every current of passing air, while the motion gave a mockery of life to its gaunt and faded group. The subject was mythological — the sacrifice of Niobe's children. There were the many shapes of death, from the young warrior to the laughing child ; but all struck by the same inexorable fate. One figure in particular caught Lucy's eye ; it was a youthful female, and she thought it resembled herself: the outline of the...