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... passed a happy winter together at Florence . When spring- the full flush and luxuriance of an Italian spring - glad- dened the earth once more , the cousins were declared lovers , - " Love took up the glass of Time , and turn'd it in ...
... passed a happy winter together at Florence . When spring- the full flush and luxuriance of an Italian spring - glad- dened the earth once more , the cousins were declared lovers , - " Love took up the glass of Time , and turn'd it in ...
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... passed off almost cheerfully , thanks to the unlooked - for advent of Lord Wentworth . Florence danced round the room with delight , when the Earl , to whom she had confided her successful attempt to interest a stranger in the fate of ...
... passed off almost cheerfully , thanks to the unlooked - for advent of Lord Wentworth . Florence danced round the room with delight , when the Earl , to whom she had confided her successful attempt to interest a stranger in the fate of ...
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... passing rich , " he was content that thus it should be , moreover , he was ready to put his shoulder to the wheel , and work for his daughter and himself . Nearly three months elapsed before Mr. Dudley received an intimation from Lord ...
... passing rich , " he was content that thus it should be , moreover , he was ready to put his shoulder to the wheel , and work for his daughter and himself . Nearly three months elapsed before Mr. Dudley received an intimation from Lord ...
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... passed between her and the village children , during the halcyon days of her father's prosperity . Who but Florence reigned as Queen of the May at the rural fête which marks the first day of that merrie month ? who but Florence presided ...
... passed between her and the village children , during the halcyon days of her father's prosperity . Who but Florence reigned as Queen of the May at the rural fête which marks the first day of that merrie month ? who but Florence presided ...
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... passing by the moon- It is passing and will pass full soon another minute of breathless suspense , and a faint glim- mer of light shone full upon a tall , shadowy figure , looming on the mountain - side . The rushing night - wind bore ...
... passing by the moon- It is passing and will pass full soon another minute of breathless suspense , and a faint glim- mer of light shone full upon a tall , shadowy figure , looming on the mountain - side . The rushing night - wind bore ...
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Page 8 - Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Page 188 - Light quirks of music, broken and uneven, Make the soul dance upon a jig to heaven. On painted ceilings you devoutly stare, Where sprawl the saints of Verrio or Laguerre, On gilded clouds in fair expansion lie, And bring all paradise before your eye.
Page 60 - What soul was his, when, from the naked top Of some bold headland, he beheld the sun Rise up, and bathe the world in light...
Page 94 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Page 1 - THE stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand ! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land. The deer across their greensward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
Page 50 - With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land. I told her how he pined: and ah! The deep, the low, the pleading tone With which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own.
Page 85 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Page 11 - The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more! And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again ; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain ! But when I speak— thou dost not say What thou ne'er...
Page 211 - Mortals, that would follow me, Love Virtue ; she alone is free. She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
Page 79 - The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That owned the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass On which the Tartar king did ride; And if aught else great bards beside In sage and solemn tunes have sung, Of turneys, and of trophies hung, Of forests, and enchantments drear, Where more is meant than meets the ear.