The Emerald: An Annual Keepsake of Beauty, Art, and LiteratureH. Riley, 1836 - 264 pages |
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Page 116 - 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 58 - 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 197 - Rebecca now learnt, for the first time, that it was Lee the dramatist who inhabited their dwelling. In a fit of disgust at society, and the excitement produced by the idea of a new work, he had buried himself in entire seclusion, to finish his "Rival Queens." "I must be by myself when I write," was his frequent observation. "The indifference of my fellow-creatures chills me to the very soul; I feel my own nothingness too severely; I see the selfishness, the vanity, which encircles me, and distrust...
Page 59 - By whom this is denied." Then stept a gallant squire forth, Witherington was his name, Who said : " I would not have it told To Henry our king for shame, "That e'er my captain fought on foot And I stood looking on.
Page 220 - 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 4 - ... life: the cradle and the grave were then far apart. Now the shadow of the last rests upon the first, and all life groans beneath the weight and darkness thereof. Then the marble of the quarry and the gold of the mine lay on the surface ; the fertile soil of the East yielded forth its abundance ; and the labour, which was in man's destiny, needed not to be all given to that sad and perpetual strife with hunger which belongs to our worn-out and weary age. It seemed, however, as if Time had long...
Page 6 - You see in me," said his mysterious companion, "the only living descendant of those Eastern Magi to whom the stars revealed their mysteries, and spirits gave their power. Age after age did sages add to that knowledge which, by bequeathing to their posterity, they trusted would in time combat to conquer their mortality. But the glorious race , perished from the earth, till only my father was left, and I his orphan child. Marvels and knowledge paid his life of fasting and study. All the spirits of...
Page 240 - The room was large, lofty, and comfortless, with cornices of black carved oak ; in the midst stood a huge purple velvet bed, having a heavy bunch of hearse-like 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...