The Prose Workd of Mrs. Ellis: The poetry of life. Pictures of private life (first and second series) A voice from the vintageLangley, 1844 |
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... dark green foliage , and the gray thatch is contrasted with golden moss and glittering ivy . We stand and gaze , de- lighted with this picture of rural peace , and privileged seclusion . We long to shake off the shackles of artificial ...
... dark green foliage , and the gray thatch is contrasted with golden moss and glittering ivy . We stand and gaze , de- lighted with this picture of rural peace , and privileged seclusion . We long to shake off the shackles of artificial ...
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... dark hollows between every swell , and then rising unharmed upon the snowy crest of the raging billows . A few moments more of determined struggle , and the diffi- culty is overcome ; and now they have hoist- ed sail and are gone ...
... dark hollows between every swell , and then rising unharmed upon the snowy crest of the raging billows . A few moments more of determined struggle , and the diffi- culty is overcome ; and now they have hoist- ed sail and are gone ...
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... dark and mournful yew is the ancient pastor's grave . Here is the winding path so familiar to our steps , when we trod the earth more lightly than we do now - the stile on which the lit- tle orphan girl used to sit , while her brothers ...
... dark and mournful yew is the ancient pastor's grave . Here is the winding path so familiar to our steps , when we trod the earth more lightly than we do now - the stile on which the lit- tle orphan girl used to sit , while her brothers ...
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... dark green leaves , is like a soft blue eye that scarcely ventures to look up from beneath the gloom of sorrow . The crowing of the cock is generally con- sidered a lively and cheering sound ; yet I knew one , who for many years could ...
... dark green leaves , is like a soft blue eye that scarcely ventures to look up from beneath the gloom of sorrow . The crowing of the cock is generally con- sidered a lively and cheering sound ; yet I knew one , who for many years could ...
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... dark green leaves , and little silver stars , saluting us with its delicious scent through the open case- ment , and impregnating the whole atmos- phere of the garden with its sweetness , has been sung and celebrated by so many poets ...
... dark green leaves , and little silver stars , saluting us with its delicious scent through the open case- ment , and impregnating the whole atmos- phere of the garden with its sweetness , has been sung and celebrated by so many poets ...
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Страница 88 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Страница 159 - twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war : to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt : the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake ; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar : graves, at my command, Have wak'd their sleepers ; op'd, and let them forth By my so potent art...
Страница 136 - At her feet he bowed, he fell, he lay down : at her feet he bowed, he fell ; where he bowed, there he fell down dead.
Страница 83 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Страница 134 - But he himself went a day's journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a juniper tree: and he requested for himself that he might die; and said, It is enough; now, O Lord, take away my life ; for I am not better than my fathers.
Страница 85 - Awake, /Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take ; The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
Страница 134 - And Rizpah the daughter of Aiah took sackcloth, and spread it for her upon the rock, from the beginning of harvest until water dropped upon them out of heaven, and suffered neither the birds of the air to rest on them by day, nor the beasts of the field by night.
Страница 166 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amourist, or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite ; nor to be obtained by the invocation of Dame Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom He pleases.
Страница 81 - SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night ! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where all the long and lone daylight Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight ! Wrap thy form in a mantle gray, Star-inwrought ! Blind with thine hair the eyes of day, Kiss her until she be wearied out, Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land, Touching all with thine opiate wand.
Страница 85 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.