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Страница 272 - Never ; he will not : Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety : other women cloy The appetites they feed : but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies : for vilest things Become themselves in her; that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish.
Страница 117 - Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes ; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies.
Страница 52 - Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands. Curtsied when you have, and kiss'd The wild waves whist," Foot it featly" here and there, And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Burden (dispersedly) . Hark, hark! Bow-woW. The watch-dogs bark ! Bow-woW. ART. Hark, hark ! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, " Cock-a-diddle-doW." FER. Where should this music be ? I' the air or the earth ? It sounds no more ; and, sure, it waits upon Some god o
Страница 272 - Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety: other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies ; for vilest things 235 Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish.
Страница 227 - From what we could perceive at the first view, it was evidently a very large place ; but our astonishment increased, when we found it to be one of the most magnificent of temples, enriched with beautiful intaglios, painting, colossal figures, &c.
Страница 281 - Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
Страница 128 - Thus in the ever-closed Hareem, As in the open Western home, Sheds womanhood her starry gleam Over our being's busy foam ; Through latitudes of varying faith Thus trace we still her mission sure, To lighten life, to sweeten death, And all for others to endure.
Страница 154 - ... monotony of a tropical life — and partly of the yellow silence of the Desert, and of drear solitudes inaccessible, and of wandering caravans, and lonely men. Then of 'gardens overhanging rivers, that roll gorgeous-shor/ed through Western fancies — of gardens in Bagdad watered by the Euphrates and the Tigris, whereof it was the fringe and darling ornament— of oases in those sere sad deserts where it overfountained fountains, and every leaf was blessed. More than all, of the great Orient...
Страница 348 - ... would brightly flash, if we could see them, they fill their jars, and in a long file recede and disappear among the palms. Over the brown mud villages the pigeons coo and fly, and hang by hundreds upon the clumsy towers built for them, and a long pause of sun and silence follows. Presently turbaned Abraham with flowing garment and snowy beard, leaning upon his staff, passes with Sarah along the green path on the river's edge toward Memphis and King Pharaoh. On the opposite desert lingers Hagar...
Страница 99 - Over all this brilliance streams the intense sunshine, and completes what itself suggested. So warm, so glowing, and rich, is the universal light and atmosphere, that any thing less than this in architecture, would be unnatural. Strange and imperfect as it is, you feel the heart of nature throbbing all through Eastern art Art there follows the plainest hints of nature in costume and architecture now, as in the antique architecture. The fault of oriental art springs from the very excess, which is...