Temple Bar, Volume 62George Augustus Sala, Edmund Yates Ward and Lock, 1881 - English periodicals |
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Page 108 - Tread those reviving passions down, Unworthy manhood! — unto thee Indifferent should the smile or frown Of beauty be. If thou regret'st thy youth, why live? The land of honourable death Is here: — up to the field, and give Away thy breath! Seek out — less often sought than found — A soldier's grave, for thee the best; Then look around and choose thy ground, And take thy rest.
Page 60 - Then naked and white, all their bags left behind, They rise upon clouds and sport in the wind ; And the Angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy, He'd have God for his father, and never want joy. And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark, And got with our bags and our brushes to work. Tho...
Page 60 - weep!' So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep. There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head, That curl'd like a lamb's back, was shav'd: so I said ' Hush, Tom ! never mind it, for when your head's bare You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair.
Page 60 - They are both gone up to the church to pray. "Because I was happy upon the heath, And smil'd among the winter's snow, They clothed me in the clothes of death, And taught me to sing the notes of woe. "And because I am happy and dance and sing, They think they have done me no injury, And are gone to praise God and his Priest and King, Who make up a heaven of our misery.
Page 54 - it will be questioned ; ' when the sun rises, do you not see a round disc of fire, somewhat like a guinea ? ' Oh ! no, no ! I see an innumerable company of the heavenly host, crying : ' Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty...
Page 61 - And the hapless soldier's sigh Runs in blood down palace walls. But most, through midnight streets I hear How the youthful harlot's curse Blasts the new-born infant's tear, And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.
Page 359 - I being verily mad with anger the lord Bruce should thirst after my life with a kind of assuredness, seeing I had come" so far and needlessly, to give him leave to regain his lost reputation. I...
Page 26 - He was the leanest of mankind, tiny black breeches buttoned to the kneecap and no further, surmounting spindle legs also in black, face and head fineish, black, bony, lean, and of a Jew type rather...
Page 321 - Library was planned out originally on a large scale ; and the idea was to make it conform as far as possible to a perfect scheme. However, perfection is a thing to be aimed at and not to be achieved in this difficult...
Page 28 - ... Southey was a man towards well up in the fifties ; hair grey, not yet hoary, well setting off his fine clear brown complexion ; head and face both smallish, as indeed the figure was while seated ; features finely cut ; eyes, brow, mouth, good in their kind — expressive all, and even vehemently so, but betokening rather keenness than depth either of intellect or character ; a serious, human, honest but sharp, almost fierce-looking, thin man, with very much of the militant in his aspect — in...