The New Timon: A Romance of LondonCarey and Hart, 1847 - 208 halaman |
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amidst Arden beauty Behold beneath betray betray'd blood-hound bloom breast breath bride bright brow Calantha calm charm'd charms cheek child clasp confest dark dead Death dews divine dreams earth Elysium ev'n fame fate father fear fierce flower Free love funeral pall gaze glide gloom grave grief hand hath haunt hear heart Heaven honour hope hour hush'd Indian instinct John Thompson kinsman KNIGHTS OF MALTA life's light lips live lone look Lord Lucy Lucy's Madame D'Arblay man's Merovingian mind morn Morvale Morvale's mother's Muse Nature night o'er passion pause perchance pity Plato POETS Portrait pride pure rill round scorn seem'd shame shape shone shrinking sigh silence skies sleep smile soft solemn soothe soul star stern strife strong sweet tale tears thee thine thought thrall Thy dreams tomb truth unto vex'd voice volume wave wealth wild word wrong youth
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Halaman 154 - She lived to be a classic. Time set on her fame, before she went hence, that seal which is seldom set except on the fame of the departed.
Halaman 86 - Watch'd, through the hush, the Earth's young mother — Spring ! Calm from the lattice shot a steady ray ; \ Calm on the sward its silvery lustre lay ; And reach'd, to glad, the glancing waves at play. I stood and gazed within the quiet room ; — Gazed on her cheek ; — there, spring had lost its bloom ! Alone she sate ! — Alone ! — that worn-out word, So idly spoken, and so coldly heard ; Yet all that poets sing, and grief hath known, Of hope laid waste, knells in that word — ALONE ! " Who...
Halaman 37 - Nor gout, nor toil, his freshness can destroy, And Time still leaves all Eton in the boy ; First in the class, and keenest in the ring, He saps like Gladstone, and he fights like Spring...
Halaman 37 - One after one, the Lords of Time advance; Here Stanley meets — how Stanley scorns ! — the glance. The brilliant chief, irregularly great, Frank, haughty, rash, the Rupert of Debate ; Nor gout nor toil his freshness can destroy, And time still leaves all Eton in the boy.
Halaman 35 - Next, with loose rein and careless canter view Our man of men, the Prince of Waterloo; O'er the firm brow the hat as firmly prest, The firm shape' rigid in the button'd vest; Within — the iron which the fire has proved, And the close Sparta of a mind unmoved! Not his the wealth to some large natures lent, Divinely lavish, even where misspent, That liberal sunshine of exuberant soul, Thought, sense, affection, warming up the whole...
Halaman 38 - Next cool, and all unconscious of reproach, Comes the calm "Johnny who upset the coach."* How formed to lead, if not too proud to please, — His fame would fire you, but his manners freeze. Like or dislike, he does not care a jot; He wants your vote, but your affection not; Yet human hearts need sun, as well as oats, — So cold a climate plays the deuce with votes.
Halaman 6 - And low the form, tho' lightly shaped the limb ; Yet life glowed vigorous in that deep-set eye, With a calm force that dared you to defy ; And the small foot was planted on the stone Firm as a gnome's upon his mountain throne ; Simple his garb, yet what the wealthy wear, And conscious power gave lordship to his air. Lone in the Babel thus the maid and man ; Long he gazed silent, and at last began : — " Poor, homeless outcast — dost thou see me stand Close by thy side — yet beg not ? Stretch...
Halaman 29 - was not mirth, for mirth she was too still ; It was not wit, wit leaves the heart more chill; But that continuous sweetness, which, with ease, Pleases all round it, from the wish to please.
Halaman 71 - Round that chaste light but hovered to expire; Her angel nature found its own defence, , Ev'n in the instincts of its innocence ; As that sweet flower which opens every hue Of its frank heart to eyes content to view, But folds its leaves and shrinks in sweet disdain From the least touch that would the bloom profane.
Halaman 53 - I enthralled but by the sterile rule, The formal pupil of a frigid school, If to old laws my Spartan tastes adhere, If the old vigorous music charms my ear, Where sense with sound, and ease with weight combine In the pure silver of Pope's ringing line ; Or where the pulse of man beats loud and strong In the frank flow of Dryden's lusty song ? Let school -miss Alfred vent her chaste delight On * darling little rooms so warm and bright/ * Chaunt, ' I'm aweary ' in infectious strain And catch her 'blue...