There and Back Again in Search of Beauty, Volume 2Longman, Brown, Green, & Longmans, 1853 |
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Page 293 - Thou art, of what sort the eternal life of the saints was to be, which eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, nor hath it entered into the heart of man to conceive.
Page 204 - Tis sweet to hear the watchdog's honest bark Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home; Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come...
Page 235 - And level pavement. From the arched roof) Pendent by subtle magic, many a row Of starry lamps and blazing cressets, fed With naphtha and asphaltus, yielded light As from a sky.
Page 54 - Insuperable height of loftiest shade, Cedar, and pine, and fir, and branching palm, A sylvan scene; and as the ranks ascend Shade above shade, a woody theatre Of stateliest view.
Page 23 - He shakes his torch, he wounds me with his darts; But vain his force, and vainer are his arts. The more he burns my soul, or wounds my sight, The more he teaches to revenge the spite. I boast no aid the Delphian god affords, Nor auspice from the flight of chattering birds...
Page 204 - 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 starlight, without thee is sweet. But wherefore all night long shine these ? for whom This glorious sight, when sleep hath shut all eyes?
Page 24 - Wherefore haunt the Muses' spring, Or touch Apollo's golden string, Or, in some ancient turret gray Charm the drowsy hours away By the spell of learned page, Full of precepts quaint and sage ? Wherefore watch the golden fires Wherewith night her head attires, When in silent state she lies Above the cloudy fretted skies...
Page 24 - Or, in some ancient turret gray Charm the drowsy hours away By the spell of learned page, Full of precepts quaint and sage ? Wherefore watch the golden fires Wherewith night her head attires, When in silent state she lies Above the cloudy fretted skies ? Wherefore in the crowded hall, With hired fury...
Page 6 - Syrians, Sidonians, Egyptians, Persians, Greeks, and Romans — there they lie, side by side, beneath the eternal waters ; and the modern ship that fetches freight from Alexandria sails in its whole course over buried nations. It may be the corruption of the dead that now adds brightness to the phosphorescence of the waves.
Page 54 - We will not speak of that ! — but oh ! that eve, Amid the pines — our fondest and our last ! How it has haunted me, with all the sounds That made it silent, — and the starry eyes And flitting shapes that made it solitude ! Did I not love thee ! — oh ! for but one throb, One pulse of all the pulses beating then ! One feeling, though the feeling were a pang ! One passion, though the passion spoke in tears...