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... sure that that man , woman , or child enjoys himself , or herself , best who goes home with the idea that the prince is an enviable being , or the queen of the fairies , whose head lies not uneasy for the crown she wears , is a ...
... sure that that man , woman , or child enjoys himself , or herself , best who goes home with the idea that the prince is an enviable being , or the queen of the fairies , whose head lies not uneasy for the crown she wears , is a ...
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... sure that that man , woman , or child enjoys himself , or herself , best who goes home with the idea that the prince is an enviable being , or the queen of the fairies , whose head lies not uneasy for the crown she wears , is a ...
... sure that that man , woman , or child enjoys himself , or herself , best who goes home with the idea that the prince is an enviable being , or the queen of the fairies , whose head lies not uneasy for the crown she wears , is a ...
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... sure whether I ought to let you go . Of course it would be very nice for Arthur . " " And to pop in upon him without letting him know I was coming ! " cried Cicely , clapping her hands with glee , as if she had been a chit of twelve ...
... sure whether I ought to let you go . Of course it would be very nice for Arthur . " " And to pop in upon him without letting him know I was coming ! " cried Cicely , clapping her hands with glee , as if she had been a chit of twelve ...
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... sure to be the case with him who himself is usually the principal object in the life landscape . When that is under a cloud , it is dull indeed . It is the unselfish man whose sky at its darkest is never without rifts through which the ...
... sure to be the case with him who himself is usually the principal object in the life landscape . When that is under a cloud , it is dull indeed . It is the unselfish man whose sky at its darkest is never without rifts through which the ...
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... sure , from which we gather our loftiest inspiration . Why should we hesitate to confess , if it seems to us so , that in George Eliot's most perfect workmanship , we some- times feel a qualm of suspicion that we may have fallen upon ...
... sure , from which we gather our loftiest inspiration . Why should we hesitate to confess , if it seems to us so , that in George Eliot's most perfect workmanship , we some- times feel a qualm of suspicion that we may have fallen upon ...
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Page 82 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure : Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain!
Page 82 - THREE Poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpassed; The next in majesty •, In both the last. The force of Nature could no further go ; To make a third, she joined the former two.
Page 83 - Changed his hand and check'd his pride. He chose a mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse: He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen.
Page 244 - First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring Nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchanged, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of Art. Art from that fund each just supply provides; Works without show, and without pomp presides: In some fair body thus th...
Page 82 - Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man. What passion cannot Music raise and quell? When Jubal struck the chorded shell, His listening brethren stood around, And, wondering, on their faces fell To worship that celestial sound. Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly, and so well.
Page 82 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly, and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell?
Page 85 - Dim as the borrowed beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wandering travellers, Is reason to the soul; and, as on high Those rolling fires discover but the sky, Not light us here, so reason's glimmering ray Was lent, not to assure our doubtful way, But guide us upward to a better day. And as those nightly tapers disappear, When day's bright lord ascends our hemisphere; So pale grows reason at religion's sight; So dies, and so dissolves in supernatural light.
Page 82 - The sacred organ's praise ? Notes inspiring holy love, Notes that wing their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above. Orpheus could lead the savage race, And trees uprooted left their place Sequacious of the lyre : But bright Cecilia raised the wonder higher: When to her organ vocal breath was given, An angel heard, and straight appeared — Mistaking earth for heaven...
Page 108 - IN the ancient town of Bruges, In the quaint old Flemish city, As the evening shades descended, Low and loud and sweetly blended, Low at times and loud at times, And changing like a poet's rhymes, Rang the beautiful wild chimes From the Belfry in the market Of the ancient town of Bruges.
Page 100 - Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long: And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.