The new Timon, a romance [in verse, by E.G.E.L. Bulwer-Lytton.]. |
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amidst Arden Behold beneath betray betray'd blest blood-hound bloom breast breath bride bright brow Calantha calm Champac charm charm'd cheek child clasp confest CONTARINI FLEMING dark dead Death dews divine dreams earth elder day Elysium ev'n fair fame fate father fear fierce flower Free love funeral pall gaze glide gloom grave grief hand hath haunt heart Heaven HENRY COLBURN honour hope hour hush'd Indian instinct kinsman life's light lips lone look Lord Lucy Lucy's man's mind Montholon morn Morvale Morvale's mother's Muse night o'er passion pause perchance pity Plato pride pure rill round scorn seem'd shade shame shape shone shrinking sigh silence skies sleep smile soft solemn soothe soul star stern strife strong sweet tale tears thee thine thou thought thrall Thy dreams tomb truth vex'd voice wanderer wave wealth wild word wrong young youth
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Halaman 35 - 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 38 - Dim to all else, but to ourselves the sun ; And still, to each, some poor, obscurest life, Breathes all the bliss, or kindles all the strife. Wake up the countless dead ! — ask every ghost Whose influence tortured or consoled the most: How each pale spectre of the host would turn From the fresh laurel and the glorious urn, To point, where rots beneath a nameless stone, Some heart in which had ebb'd and flow'd its own ! What marvel then that sad Calantha's eye Roved listless o'er the nobler passers-by...
Halaman 27 - It 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 175 - Thou ask'st why Christ, so lenient to the deed, So sternly claims the faith which founds the creed ; Because, reposed in faith the soul has calm ; The hope a haven and the wound a balm ; Because the light, dim seen in Reason's dream, On all alike, through faith alone, could stream. God...
Halaman 35 - 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 4 - 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 thy...
Halaman 36 - 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 4 - Tho' worn the cheek, with hunger or with care, Yet still the soft fresh child-like bloom was there — And each might touch you with an equal gloom, The youth, the care, the hunger, and the bloom; — As if, when round the cradle of the child With lavish gifts the gentler fairies smiled, One vengeful sprite, forgotten as the guest, Had breathed a spell to disenchant the rest, And prove how slight each favour, else divine, If wroth the Urganda of the Golden Mine!
Halaman 140 - Though his gay conscience many a heavier crime Than this had borne, and drifted off to Time; Though this but sport with a fond heart which Fate Had given to master, but denied to mate, Yet seem'd it as in that least sin arose The shapes of all the opening deeps disclose ; The general phantom of a life whose waste Ravaged each bloom by which its path was traced, Sporting at will, and moulding sport to art, With that sad holiness — the Human Heart!