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... its inevi- table Nemesis , all combine to weave their canopy of many colours , dusky with tarnished gold , above this mighty , this rejoicing Rhone . But we have to wait till in the retirement of AVIGNON . 11 our own home we turn over the.
... its inevi- table Nemesis , all combine to weave their canopy of many colours , dusky with tarnished gold , above this mighty , this rejoicing Rhone . But we have to wait till in the retirement of AVIGNON . 11 our own home we turn over the.
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Thomas Henry White. AVIGNON . 11 our own home we turn over the leaves of its illu- minated legends . There from every massy folio exhales the frankincense of cherished association , every page of sable and vermilion character be- comes ...
Thomas Henry White. AVIGNON . 11 our own home we turn over the leaves of its illu- minated legends . There from every massy folio exhales the frankincense of cherished association , every page of sable and vermilion character be- comes ...
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... home of Catholicity and Schism , the asylum of seven legitimate , and the throne of three pretending Popes , exhibits the most singular triumph of bulk over beauty , it is possible to con- ceive . Who needs to be told , that yonder ...
... home of Catholicity and Schism , the asylum of seven legitimate , and the throne of three pretending Popes , exhibits the most singular triumph of bulk over beauty , it is possible to con- ceive . Who needs to be told , that yonder ...
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... home , —all these creatures of Beauty and Love would have remained admirable had no eye seen them but His who " saw every- thing that He had made , and behold it was very good ; " - but would the vicissitudes of the Seasons , the ...
... home , —all these creatures of Beauty and Love would have remained admirable had no eye seen them but His who " saw every- thing that He had made , and behold it was very good ; " - but would the vicissitudes of the Seasons , the ...
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... home . Only think upon that romantic picture of the Monster's noc- turnal flight , in Tacitus : " Turpis Fuga , subito tremore terræ et fulgure adverso damnata , ad novas patet injurias . Proxima itineri Castra circumsonant clamoribus ...
... home . Only think upon that romantic picture of the Monster's noc- turnal flight , in Tacitus : " Turpis Fuga , subito tremore terræ et fulgure adverso damnata , ad novas patet injurias . Proxima itineri Castra circumsonant clamoribus ...
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Page 168 - And thy life shall hang in doubt before thee; and thou shalt fear day and night, and shalt have none assurance of thy life. In the morning thou shalt say, Would God it were even ! and at even thou shalt say, Would God it were morning! for the fear of thine heart wherewith thou shalt fear, and for the sight of thine eyes which thou shalt see.
Page 250 - A milk-white Hind,* immortal and unchanged, Fed on the lawns, and in the forest ranged ; Without unspotted, innocent within, She fear'd no danger, for she knew no sin.
Page 287 - Walk about Zion, and go round about her : Tell the towers thereof. Mark ye well her bulwarks, Consider her palaces ; That ye may tell it to the generation following : For this God is our God for ever and ever : He will be our guide even unto death.
Page 66 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Page 248 - Tis not the balm, the sceptre, and the ball, The sword, the mace, the crown imperial The intertissued robe of gold and pearl, The farced title running 'fore the king, The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp That beats upon the high shore of this world...
Page 201 - Scripture stories from the life of Christ; A chest that came from Venice, and had held The ducal robes of some old ancestor. That by the way, — it may be true or false, — But don't forget the picture ; and thou wilt not, When thou hast heard the tale they told me there.
Page 20 - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old ! — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
Page 298 - And yet, fair bow, no fabling dreams, But words of the Most High, Have told why first thy robe of beams Was woven in the sky. When o'er the green undeluged earth, Heaven's covenant thou didst shine, How came the world's gray fathers forth To watch thy sacred sign ! And when its yellow lustre smiled O'er mountains yet untrod, Each mother held aloft her child To bless the bow of God.
Page 89 - When the oldest cask is opened, And the largest lamp is lit; When the chestnuts glow in the embers, And the kid turns on the spit...
Page 357 - The juice nectareous, and the balmy dew; For me, the mine a thousand treasures brings; For me, health gushes from a thousand springs; Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.