The Pleasures of Life ...Macmillan and Company, 1890 - Conduct of life |
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... blue . And some with thankful love are fill'd If but one streak of light , One ray of God's good mercy gild The darkness of their night . " In palaces are hearts that ask , In discontent and pride , Why life is such a dreary task , And ...
... blue . And some with thankful love are fill'd If but one streak of light , One ray of God's good mercy gild The darkness of their night . " In palaces are hearts that ask , In discontent and pride , Why life is such a dreary task , And ...
Page 119
... sun and scenery of the South , the Alps the palaces of Nature , the blue Mediterranean , and the cities of Europe , with all their memories and treasures , are now brought within a few hours CHAP . VII THE PLEASURES OF TRAVEL 119.
... sun and scenery of the South , the Alps the palaces of Nature , the blue Mediterranean , and the cities of Europe , with all their memories and treasures , are now brought within a few hours CHAP . VII THE PLEASURES OF TRAVEL 119.
Page 129
... blue of the water , paled by the foam in its body , shows purer than the sky through white rain - cloud ; their dripping masses lifted at inter- vals , like sheaves of loaded corn , by some stronger gush from the cataract , and bowed ...
... blue of the water , paled by the foam in its body , shows purer than the sky through white rain - cloud ; their dripping masses lifted at inter- vals , like sheaves of loaded corn , by some stronger gush from the cataract , and bowed ...
Page 131
... blue sky , while the hues of the landscape find their climax in the dazzling radiance of the sun upon the waves , and the pure light of the horizon . There is no concealment and no melancholy here . Nature seems to hold a never - end ...
... blue sky , while the hues of the landscape find their climax in the dazzling radiance of the sun upon the waves , and the pure light of the horizon . There is no concealment and no melancholy here . Nature seems to hold a never - end ...
Page 134
... blue is framed by olive boughs , sometimes a turning in the road reveals the whole broad azure calm below . after toiling up a steep ascent we fall upon the undergrowth of juniper , and lo ! a double sea , this way and that , divided by ...
... blue is framed by olive boughs , sometimes a turning in the road reveals the whole broad azure calm below . after toiling up a steep ascent we fall upon the undergrowth of juniper , and lo ! a double sea , this way and that , divided by ...
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Page 102 - But little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures, and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
Page 70 - Going to the Wars Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. 1 Imprisoned or caged. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Page 69 - But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun On this delightful land ; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent night, With this her solemn bird ; nor walk by moon, Or glittering star-light, without thee is sweet.
Page 43 - Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me : the brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent any thing that tends to laughter*, more than I invent, or is invented on me : I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
Page 185 - The other shape, If shape it might be call'd, that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb, Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd, For each seem'd either ; black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart ; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Page 110 - While all melts under our feet, we may well catch at any exquisite passion, or any contribution to knowledge that seems by a lifted horizon to set the spirit free for a moment, or any stirring of the senses, strange dyes, strange colours, and curious odours, or work of the artist's hands, or the face of one's friend.
Page 153 - See the wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again : The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Page 182 - ... for expert men can execute, and perhaps judge of particulars, one by one: but the general counsels, and the plots and marshalling of affairs come best from those that are learned.
Page 133 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Page 155 - Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength...