Friendly contributions, for the benefit of three infant schools, in the parish of Kensington [ed. by lady M. Fox, Volume 1 |
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Page 17
... continued to pine in vain for tails , and the forbidden glories of Dr. Pliant's academy . The last three interviews I ever had with my father's old friend were at long intervals ; and circumstances have indelibly impressed them on my ...
... continued to pine in vain for tails , and the forbidden glories of Dr. Pliant's academy . The last three interviews I ever had with my father's old friend were at long intervals ; and circumstances have indelibly impressed them on my ...
Page 23
... continued , " it is melancholy to witness the joy and pride with which poor Ponty parades these few - and - far- between tokens of his son's remembrance : he , alone , is blind to the cold selfishness which dictates them ; and the least ...
... continued , " it is melancholy to witness the joy and pride with which poor Ponty parades these few - and - far- between tokens of his son's remembrance : he , alone , is blind to the cold selfishness which dictates them ; and the least ...
Page 87
... continued ascending , sometimes almost perpendicularly , till we got to the Pont- d'Espagne , which consists of trunks of fir - trees thrown across a deep ravine , under which dashes the water just escaped from the rocks above , and ...
... continued ascending , sometimes almost perpendicularly , till we got to the Pont- d'Espagne , which consists of trunks of fir - trees thrown across a deep ravine , under which dashes the water just escaped from the rocks above , and ...
Page 88
... continued with no diminution of rapidity . Before reaching the lake , passed a large flattish basin , through which , in several streams , the water from the lake meanders quietly towards that part whence it hastens wonderfully its pace ...
... continued with no diminution of rapidity . Before reaching the lake , passed a large flattish basin , through which , in several streams , the water from the lake meanders quietly towards that part whence it hastens wonderfully its pace ...
Page 95
... continued . The view I had , from where I was resting , of the fall , was very fine ; the mountains form a circus surmounted by the glaciers of Marboué ; the rocks appear like a succession of gigantic walls , so steep and precipitous ...
... continued . The view I had , from where I was resting , of the fall , was very fine ; the mountains form a circus surmounted by the glaciers of Marboué ; the rocks appear like a succession of gigantic walls , so steep and precipitous ...
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Page 6 - On the waved back of every swelling strain, Rising and falling in a pompous train; • And while she thus discharges a shrill peal Of flashing airs, she qualifies their zeal...
Page 8 - In th' empyreum of pure harmony. At length (after so long, so loud a strife Of all the strings, still breathing the best life Of blest variety, attending on His fingers...
Page 8 - With flash of high-born fancies, here and there Dancing in lofty measures, and anon Creeps on the soft touch of a tender tone, Whose trembling murmurs, melting in wild airs, Run to and fro, complaining his sweet cares...
Page 3 - His nimble hands' instinct then taught each string A cap'ring cheerfulness, and made them sing To their own dance ; now negligently rash He throws his arm, and with a long-drawn dash Blends all together ; then distinctly trips From this to that, then quick returning skips And snatches this again, and pauses there. She measures every measure, everywhere Meets art with art ; sometimes, as if in doubt, Not perfect yet, and fearing to be out, Trails her plain ditty in one...
Page 8 - At length (after so long, so loud a strife Of all the strings, still breathing the best life Of blest variety, attending on His fingers' fairest revolution, In many a sweet rise, many as sweet a fall) A full-mouth'd diapason swallows all.
Page 2 - Now westward Sol had spent the richest beams Of noon's high glory, when hard by the streams Of Tiber, on the scene of a green plat, Under protection of an oak, there sat I.
Page 5 - Mars to th' harvest of death's field, and woo Men's hearts into their hands : this lesson too She gives them back : her supple breast thrills out Sharp airs, and staggers in a warbling doubt Of dallying sweetness, hovers o'er her skill, And folds in...
Page 4 - The high-perch'd treble chirps at this, and chides, Until his finger (Moderator) hides And closes the sweet quarrel, rousing all, Hoarse, shrill at once; as when the trumpets call Hot Mars to th...
Page 2 - A sweet lute's-master ; in whose gentle airs He lost the day's heat, and his own hot cares. Close in the covert of the leaves there stood A nightingale, come from the neighbouring wood (The sweet inhabitant of each glad tree...
Page 4 - Blends all together ; then distinctly trips From this to that, then quick returning skips And snatches this again, and pauses there. She measures every measure, everywhere Meets art with art ; sometimes, as if in doubt, Not perfect yet, and fearing to be out, Trails her plain ditty in one long-spun note, Through the sleek passage of her open throat, A clear unwrinkled song...