Romance and Reality, Volume 3H. Colburn and R. Bentley, 1831 |
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... side there was a number of small round holes , such as would be produced by a shower of shot , and a few larger ones that indicated bullets . The roof was smoked and scorched ; and two pictures hung at one end , or rather their frames ...
... side there was a number of small round holes , such as would be produced by a shower of shot , and a few larger ones that indicated bullets . The roof was smoked and scorched ; and two pictures hung at one end , or rather their frames ...
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... side , a dense wood of oak and cork trees spread its impenetrable but beautiful barrier ; on the other , an undulating country shewed every variety of vineyard , heath , and grove : the vines emerald in their green - the orange- groves ...
... side , a dense wood of oak and cork trees spread its impenetrable but beautiful barrier ; on the other , an undulating country shewed every variety of vineyard , heath , and grove : the vines emerald in their green - the orange- groves ...
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... years to her own vagrant luxuriance . A colon- nade ran completely round the villa , which on one side only was open to the sea , whose sounds were never silent , and whose waves were never still 18 ROMANCE AND REALITY .
... years to her own vagrant luxuriance . A colon- nade ran completely round the villa , which on one side only was open to the sea , whose sounds were never silent , and whose waves were never still 18 ROMANCE AND REALITY .
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... side of their hill was very varied and uneven ; but the site of their rest was decided by the welling of a little spring , which bubbled up a sudden vein of silver from the earth , and wandered on like a child singing the same sweet ...
... side of their hill was very varied and uneven ; but the site of their rest was decided by the welling of a little spring , which bubbled up a sudden vein of silver from the earth , and wandered on like a child singing the same sweet ...
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... side ; and we are now as safe as fish in the sea when there's nobody to catch them , " said the same coarse voice as before . Cecil now commenced his narrative , which was soon told . Attracted by the extreme beauty of the wild and ...
... side ; and we are now as safe as fish in the sea when there's nobody to catch them , " said the same coarse voice as before . Cecil now commenced his narrative , which was soon told . Attracted by the extreme beauty of the wild and ...
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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...