Life and Letters of Thomas Campbell, Volume 2William Beattie Harper & brothers, 1850 - 479 pagine |
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Pagina 15
... pleasure to the day spent with Dr. Herschel . " MY DEAREST ALISON , " SYDENHAM , Dec. 12 , 1813 . " I inclose the little certificate , according to custom , by which it appears that I was alive this morning . You know the sequel of the ...
... pleasure to the day spent with Dr. Herschel . " MY DEAREST ALISON , " SYDENHAM , Dec. 12 , 1813 . " I inclose the little certificate , according to custom , by which it appears that I was alive this morning . You know the sequel of the ...
Pagina 22
... pleasure ; and here , for the present , all is novelty . Yet the loyalty , after all , is but superficial - for here is a portrait of young Napoleon which I send you . Last even- ing I fell in with a rural fête - champêtre in my rambles ...
... pleasure ; and here , for the present , all is novelty . Yet the loyalty , after all , is but superficial - for here is a portrait of young Napoleon which I send you . Last even- ing I fell in with a rural fête - champêtre in my rambles ...
Pagina 29
... pleasure . It was equal to any at Lord Holland's table - a pro- fusion of luxuries and fruits fit to pall an epicure . After dinner we repaired to the Opera - a set of silly things , but with some exquisite music , at which even Mrs ...
... pleasure . It was equal to any at Lord Holland's table - a pro- fusion of luxuries and fruits fit to pall an epicure . After dinner we repaired to the Opera - a set of silly things , but with some exquisite music , at which even Mrs ...
Pagina 31
... pleasure in de- scribing whatever occurs " * * * " Perhaps you will think it is the effect of the French climate to make me flatter ; but you English women are as beautiful in comparison of the French , as I think we - even the ...
... pleasure in de- scribing whatever occurs " * * * " Perhaps you will think it is the effect of the French climate to make me flatter ; but you English women are as beautiful in comparison of the French , as I think we - even the ...
Pagina 38
... pleasure of the paintings grew upon me - though still far , far inferior to that of the statues . I took leave of the glorious Apollo , not less enchanted than when I met him . I should have knocked down Dr. Schlegel , had not Madame de ...
... pleasure of the paintings grew upon me - though still far , far inferior to that of the statues . I took leave of the glorious Apollo , not less enchanted than when I met him . I should have knocked down Dr. Schlegel , had not Madame de ...
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Pagina 315 - Sent forth a sleepy horror through the blood ; And where this valley winded out, below, The murmuring main was heard, and scarcely heard, to flow.
Pagina 489 - So live, that when thy summons comes, to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon; but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Pagina 489 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Pagina 490 - Can I forget the dismal night that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave? How silent did his old companions tread, By midnight lamps, the mansions of the dead, Through breathing statues, then unheeded things, Through rows of warriors, and through walks of kings! What awe did the slow solemn knell inspire; The pealing organ, and the pausing choir; The duties by the lawn-robed prelate paid : And the last words that dust to dust conveyed!
Pagina 41 - Page. — So stately and so graceful is her form I thought at first her stature was gigantic; But on a near approach, I found, in truth, She scarcely does surpass the middle size.
Pagina 170 - But the day-star attracted his eye's sad devotion, For it rose o'er his own native isle of the ocean, Where once, in the fire of his youthful emotion, He sang the bold anthem of Erin go bragh. Sad is my fate...
Pagina 41 - For Time hath laid his hand so gently on her, As he, too, had been awed.
Pagina 79 - As monumental bronze unchanged his look ; A soul that pity touched, but never shook ; Trained from his tree-rocked cradle to his bier The fierce extremes of good and ill to brook Impassive — fearing but the shame of fear — A stoic of the woods — a man without a tear.
Pagina 458 - This spirit shall return to Him That gave its heavenly spark ; Yet think not, Sun, it shall be dim, When thou thyself art dark ; No ! it shall live again, and shine In bliss unknown to beams of thine, By Him recall'd to breath, Who captive led captivity, Who robb'd the grave of victory, And took the sting from death.
Pagina 90 - But hallow'd as the types of real woe! Daughter of England ! for a nation's sighs, A nation's heart went with thine obsequies ! — And oft shall time revert a look of grief On thine existence, beautiful and brief. Fair spirit ! send thy blessing from above...