Cabinet of Modern Art: A Collection of Twenty-five Subjects from Modern Masters, Engraved in the Highest Style of Mezzotinto. Illustrated by Appropriate Articles in Prose and Verse. First Series |
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Page 182 - Not long since, during an excursion to the western coast, I stopped on the little island of Eig. It is romantic, without being what is generally considered extremely picturesque : there are neither flowery dales nor waving forests, but there are objects more magnificent. The cataract and the mountain stream keep up a perpetual music, which...
Page 76 - ALMIGHTY God, with whom do live the spirits of just men made perfect, after they are delivered from their earthly prisons; We humbly commend the soul of this thy servant, our dear brother, into thy hands, as into the hands of a faithful Creator and most merciful Saviour; most humbly beseeching thee, that it may be precious in thy sight.
Page 244 - THE shadows of evening are thickening. Twilight closes, and the thin mists are rising in the valley. The last charging +squadron yet thunders in the distance; but it presses only on the +foiled and scattered foe.
Page 244 - ... stripling of a day; the nameless trooper and the leader of a hundred hosts. Friend lies by friend ; the steed, with his rider ; and foes, linked in their long embrace — their first and last — the gripe of death. Far o'er the field they lie, a gorgeous prey to ruin ! White plume and steel morion ! saber and yataghan ! crescent and cross ! rich vest and bright corslet.
Page 244 - ... we had come to a feasting — glorious and glittering, even in death, each shining warrior lies ! His last glance still seeks that Christian banner ! The cry that shall never be repeated cheers on its last charge. Oh, but for strength to reach the field once more ! to die in the foe's front ! Peace, dreamer ! Thou hast done well. Thy place in the close rank is filled, and yet another waits for his who holds it.
Page 126 - Darkly we move — we press upon the brink Haply of viewless worlds, and know it not ; Yes! it may be, that nearer than we think Are those whom death has parted from our lot ! Fearfully, wondrously, our souls are made — Let us walk humbly on, but undismay'd! Humbly — for knowledge strives in vain to feel Her way amidst these marvels of the mind; Yet undismay'd — for do they not reveal Th' immortal being with our dust entwined?
Page 49 - I have strange news for thee." " Speak it then," she answered smilingly; " be it bad or good, the sooner I hear it the better." " I have a message for thee from the shah." " The shah !" she said, and her eyes sparkled with a mysterious expression of intelligence and wonder ; but she did not, extraordinary as was the information, appear to entertain the slightest doubt of its veracity. " 'Tis wondrous strange!
Page 43 - Sweet spirit! ne'er did I behold Thy ivory neck, thy locks of gold ; Or gaze into thy full dark eye ; Or on thy snowy bosom lie ; Or take in mine thy small white hand; . Or bask beneath thy smilings bland ; Or walk, enraptured, by the side Of thee, my own immortal bride ! I see thee not ; yet oft...
Page 43 - I've heard thee wake, with touch refined, The viewless harp-strings of the wind ; When on my ears their soft tones fell, Sweet as the voice of Israfel.* I've seen thee, midst the lightning's sheen, Lift up for me Heaven's cloudy screen, And give one glimpse,' one transient glare, Of the full blaze of glory there.
Page 53 - Villain ! wouldst thou beard thy sovereign at the nuptial hour !" ' As he spoke, he unsheathed his scimitar, and rushed towards Achmet. " Save him ! spare him ! " shrieked the bride, " it is my father ! " and rushing between them, the shah's weapon pierced her to the heart, and she sunk lifeless to the earth. ' All were struck mute and motionless with horror at this fatal event. When they had somewhat recovered from their stupor, every eye was fixed upon the shah. Still, and cold, and silent as...