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... Murillo , one of the greatest of the Spanish painters , and whose sublime talent has secured for him an imperishable fame . " Idle ! " repeated the negro as he slowly followed them ; " idle ! I don't know what it is to be idle ; but I ...
... Murillo , one of the greatest of the Spanish painters , and whose sublime talent has secured for him an imperishable fame . " Idle ! " repeated the negro as he slowly followed them ; " idle ! I don't know what it is to be idle ; but I ...
Page 101
... Murillo , " said Villavicemio , pointing to his easel . " Well , very well , bravo Villavicemio ! " said Murillo , " there is improvement there ! " " I did not do it , master ! " said Villavicemio , in a tone of regret and mortification ...
... Murillo , " said Villavicemio , pointing to his easel . " Well , very well , bravo Villavicemio ! " said Murillo , " there is improvement there ! " " I did not do it , master ! " said Villavicemio , in a tone of regret and mortification ...
Page 102
... Murillo , still keeping his eye fixed on the beautifully - painted head , which , strange to say , remained unacknowledged . Cordova , thus encouraged , resumed : " In obedience to your orders , signor , we never leave the studio ...
... Murillo , still keeping his eye fixed on the beautifully - painted head , which , strange to say , remained unacknowledged . Cordova , thus encouraged , resumed : " In obedience to your orders , signor , we never leave the studio ...
Page 103
... Murillo , as he pointed to the head of the Virgin in Villavicemio's painting . " No one but - me - master , I swear to you , " said the boy , as he clasped his hands , and looked imploringly at Murillo . " Listen to me ! " exclaimed Murillo ...
... Murillo , as he pointed to the head of the Virgin in Villavicemio's painting . " No one but - me - master , I swear to you , " said the boy , as he clasped his hands , and looked imploringly at Murillo . " Listen to me ! " exclaimed Murillo ...
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... Murillo himself cannot make it out ; who did it all , if it was not the Zombi ? " me . " " You will know some day ; and now , father , leave me . " No , no ! " said the old man ; " recollect , child , that I have only you in the world ...
... Murillo himself cannot make it out ; who did it all , if it was not the Zombi ? " me . " " You will know some day ; and now , father , leave me . " No , no ! " said the old man ; " recollect , child , that I have only you in the world ...
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Page 450 - Father, thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns, thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and, forthwith, rose All these fair ranks of trees.
Page 322 - For the Lord shall comfort Zion: he will comfort all her waste places; and he will make her wilderness like Eden, and her desert like the garden of the Lord; joy and gladness shall be found therein, thanksgiving, and the voice of melody.
Page 451 - Report not. No fantastic carvings show The boast of our vain race to change the form Of thy fair works. But thou art here thou fill'st The solitude. Thou art in the soft winds That run along the summit of these trees In music ; thou art in the cooler breath That from the inmost darkness of the place Comes, scarcely felt ; the barky trunks, the ground, The fresh moist ground, are all instinct with thee.
Page 152 - If thou art worn and hard beset With sorrows that thou wouldst forget, If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep, Go to the woods and hills ! No tears Dim the sweet look that nature wears.
Page 404 - Or like the sun, or like the shade, Or like the gourd which Jonas had; Even such is man, whose thread is spun, Drawn out, and cut, and so is done. The rose withers, the blossom blasteth, The flower fades, the morning hasteth, The sun sets, the shadow flies, The gourd consumes, and man he dies!
Page 202 - ... bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore, From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart. Stay, stay with us, rest, thou art weary and worn...
Page 202 - I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Page 203 - And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art, That readest this brief psalm, As one by one thy hopes depart, Be resolute and calm. O fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know ere long, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
Page 408 - I take my subjects' money, when I want it, without all this formality of parliament?" The bishop of Durham readily answered, "God forbid, Sir, but you should: you are the breath of our nostrils." Whereupon the King turned and said to the bishop of Winchester, "Well, my Lord, what say you?" "Sir," replied the bishop, "I have no skill to judge of parliamentary cases.
Page 135 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.