Romance and Reality, Volume 3H. Colburn and R. Bentley, 1831 |
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... imaginative , was rather relieved by , than pleased with , change . The map of her world was coloured by her affections , and it had but two divisions , absence and presence . She knew that Edward Lorraine was on the Con- tinent ...
... imaginative , was rather relieved by , than pleased with , change . The map of her world was coloured by her affections , and it had but two divisions , absence and presence . She knew that Edward Lorraine was on the Con- tinent ...
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... imagination that could there have traced the temple which , in former days , paid homage to the beautiful goddess , by being beautiful like herself . Two columns alone remained - Ionian in their grace and lightness . A few fragments of ...
... imagination that could there have traced the temple which , in former days , paid homage to the beautiful goddess , by being beautiful like herself . Two columns alone remained - Ionian in their grace and lightness . A few fragments of ...
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... imagination ; and , of course , exaggerating in her own mind both the difficulty and honour of the adventure , she felt as if Edward had been actually defrauded . If not the most unreasonable that would be saying too much — a girl in ...
... imagination ; and , of course , exaggerating in her own mind both the difficulty and honour of the adventure , she felt as if Edward had been actually defrauded . If not the most unreasonable that would be saying too much — a girl in ...
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... imagination , like a landscape - painter , colours from nature , only idealising a little . A bend in the river shut out the castle light : the boat- men paused on their oars . " All path by the river ends here on their side ; and we ...
... imagination , like a landscape - painter , colours from nature , only idealising a little . A bend in the river shut out the castle light : the boat- men paused on their oars . " All path by the river ends here on their side ; and we ...
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... the natural poetry of her imagination , and the romance nursed in her solitary life , —another taught her to reflect upon her feelings , and by the example of others ' actions to investigate her own ROMANCE AND REALITY . 67.
... the natural poetry of her imagination , and the romance nursed in her solitary life , —another taught her to reflect upon her feelings , and by the example of others ' actions to investigate her own ROMANCE AND REALITY . 67.
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Page 109 - How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.
Page 317 - There the wicked cease from troubling; And there the weary are at rest. There the prisoners are at ease together ; They hear not the voice of the taskmaster.
Page 41 - For why ? because the good old rule Sufficeth them, — the simple plan, That they should take, who have the power, And they should keep, who can.
Page 247 - ... spirit languishes only for a nearer commune with the Creator, — blame me not too harshly for my mortal wishes, nor think that my faith was the less sincere because it was tinted in the most unchanging dyes of the human heart, and indissolubly woven with the memory of the dead ! Often from our weaknesses our strongest principles of conduct are born; and from the acorn which a breeze has wafted springs the oak which defies the storm.
Page 173 - I see the dagger-crest of Mar, I see the Moray's silver star, Wave o'er the cloud of Saxon war, That up the lake comes winding far ! To hero bound for battle-strife, Or bard of martial lay, 'Twere worth ten years of peaceful life, One glance at their array ! XVI.
Page 183 - More than accustom'd gladness in her air. Ah ! the heart overacts its part; its mirth, Like light, will all too often take its birth Mid darkness and decay ; those smiles that press, Like the gay crowd round, are not happiness : For peace broods quiet on her dovelike wings, And this false gaiety a radiance flings, Dazzling but hiding not; and some who dwelt Upon her meteor beauty, sadness felt; Its very brilliance spoke the fever'd breast; Thus glitter not the waters when at rest.
Page 232 - l'absence diminue les mediocres passions, et augmente les grandes, comme le vent eteint les bougies et alume le feu.
Page 161 - Yet the charmed spell Which summons man to high discovery Is ever vocal in the outward world, Though they alone may hear it who have hearts Responsive to its tone. The gale of spring, Breathing sweet balm over the western waters, Called forth that gifted old adventurer To seek the perfumes of spice-laden winds Far in the Indian isles.
Page 313 - Fitter art thou with that untroubled voice To comfort us than to be comforted. Prisoner. This cell hath taught me many a hidden thing. I have become acquainted with my soul Through midnight silence, and through lonely days Silent as midnight. I have found therein A well of waters undisturbed and deep, Of sustenance, refreshment, and repose.
Page 288 - Now for a welcome Able to draw men's envies upon man : A kiss now that will hang upon my lip, As sweet as morning dew upon a rose, And full as long...