Knight's Quarterly Magazine, Band 1Charles Knight Knight., 1823 |
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... gaze of his thronging companions the regular features and large dark eyes which characterise Athenian beauty . 66 Člodius has all the luck to night , " cried Ligarius . " Not so , by Hercules , " said Marcus Coelius ; " the girl is ...
... gaze of his thronging companions the regular features and large dark eyes which characterise Athenian beauty . 66 Člodius has all the luck to night , " cried Ligarius . " Not so , by Hercules , " said Marcus Coelius ; " the girl is ...
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... gaze upon her , as she sate in the arbour he had woven for her , all wreathed over with the broad leaved hop and the odorous honeysuckle , with deep blushing moss roses and pale white roses hanging in clusters about its green sides ...
... gaze upon her , as she sate in the arbour he had woven for her , all wreathed over with the broad leaved hop and the odorous honeysuckle , with deep blushing moss roses and pale white roses hanging in clusters about its green sides ...
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... gaze of Kirk , who said nothing , but filled a glass with wine , and held it out to her . " Thank you , Sir , " she said , " but indeed I cannot drink wine just now . You were so kind as to admit me to your presence , and therefore I ...
... gaze of Kirk , who said nothing , but filled a glass with wine , and held it out to her . " Thank you , Sir , " she said , " but indeed I cannot drink wine just now . You were so kind as to admit me to your presence , and therefore I ...
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... thing of air ; Some creature faery bright , With beamy locks , and face of light , And silver - woven drapery of haze , One of the shapes which , in his gifted hour , The poet , as he lies at gaze , Love 78 Beauty ; a Lyrical Poem .
... thing of air ; Some creature faery bright , With beamy locks , and face of light , And silver - woven drapery of haze , One of the shapes which , in his gifted hour , The poet , as he lies at gaze , Love 78 Beauty ; a Lyrical Poem .
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Charles Knight. The poet , as he lies at gaze , Love - sick at eve in myrtle - bower , Sees in the sky , Athwart the sun slow sweeping radiantly , When he discovers all the things that live , Their forms , and dying hues , and features ...
Charles Knight. The poet , as he lies at gaze , Love - sick at eve in myrtle - bower , Sees in the sky , Athwart the sun slow sweeping radiantly , When he discovers all the things that live , Their forms , and dying hues , and features ...
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Seite 111 - ALMIGHTY God, with whom do live the spirits of them that depart hence in the Lord, and with whom the souls of the faithful, after they are delivered from the burden of the flesh, are in joy and felicity...
Seite 6 - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Seite 293 - This should have been a noble creature : he Hath all the energy which would have made A goodly frame of glorious elements, Had they been wisely mingled ; as it is, It is an awful chaos — light and darkness — And mind and dust — and passions and pure thoughts, Mix'd, and contending without end or order, All dormant or destructive...
Seite 293 - My haunt, and the main region of my song. —Beauty— a living Presence of the earth, Surpassing the most fair ideal Forms Which craft of delicate Spirits hath composed From earth's materials— waits upon my steps; Pitches her tents before me as I move, An hourly neighbour.
Seite 293 - But thou, of temples old, or altars new, Standest alone — with nothing like to thee — Worthiest of God, the holy and the true. Since Zion's desolation, when that He Forsook his former city, what could be, Of earthly structures, in his honour piled, Of a sublimer aspect ? Majesty, Power, Glory, Strength, and Beauty, all are aisled In this eternal ark of worship undefiled.
Seite 293 - Oh, that I were The viewless spirit of a lovely sound, A living voice, a breathing harmony, A bodiless enjoyment— born and dying With the blest tone which made me ! Enter from below a CHAMOIS HUNTER CHAMOIS HUNTER.
Seite 305 - 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...
Seite 7 - There came up a short manly figure, marvellously upright, with a bad neckcloth, and one hand in his waistcoat pocket. Of regular beauty he had little to boast ; but in faces where there is an expression of great power, or of great good humor, or both, you do not regret its absence.
Seite 65 - Let me not have this gloomy view, About my room, around my bed ; But morning roses, wet with dew, To cool my burning brows instead. As flowers that once in Eden grew, Let them their fragrant spirits shed, And every day the sweets renew, Till I, a fading flower, am dead.
Seite 293 - Could he have kept his spirit to that flight He had been happy; but this clay will sink Its spark immortal, envying it the light To which it mounts, as if to break the link That keeps us from yon heaven which woos us to its brink.