A jar of honey from mount HyblaJohn Murray, 1848 - 265 páginas |
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... . - BEES AND THEIR ELEGANCE . - THEIR ADVICE TO AN ITALIAN POET . - WAXEN TAPERS . - A BEE DRAMA . - MASSACRES OF DRONES . - HUMAN PROGRESSION 143-153 CHAPTER XII . MISCELLANEOUS FEELINGS RESPECTING SICILY , ITS MUSIC CONTENTS . vii.
... . - BEES AND THEIR ELEGANCE . - THEIR ADVICE TO AN ITALIAN POET . - WAXEN TAPERS . - A BEE DRAMA . - MASSACRES OF DRONES . - HUMAN PROGRESSION 143-153 CHAPTER XII . MISCELLANEOUS FEELINGS RESPECTING SICILY , ITS MUSIC CONTENTS . vii.
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... human race ? Was it , for ages , a great lonely earth monster , sitting by the sea with his rugged woody shoulders ... humanity ? Was it produced all at once by some tremendous burst of earth and ocean ? some convulsion , of which the ...
... human race ? Was it , for ages , a great lonely earth monster , sitting by the sea with his rugged woody shoulders ... humanity ? Was it produced all at once by some tremendous burst of earth and ocean ? some convulsion , of which the ...
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... human beings prefer risking its neighbourhood with all its occasional calamities , to going and living elsewhere , those calamities are not of its own willing , nor of any unavoidable necessity , nor perhaps will exist always . Suppose ...
... human beings prefer risking its neighbourhood with all its occasional calamities , to going and living elsewhere , those calamities are not of its own willing , nor of any unavoidable necessity , nor perhaps will exist always . Suppose ...
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... human being . He and his one - eyed Cyclopes ( Round - Eyes ) , are the primitive inhabitants of Sicily , before men ploughed and reaped . They kept sheep and goats , and had an eye to business in the cannibal line ; though what it was ...
... human being . He and his one - eyed Cyclopes ( Round - Eyes ) , are the primitive inhabitants of Sicily , before men ploughed and reaped . They kept sheep and goats , and had an eye to business in the cannibal line ; though what it was ...
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... human look than the dog , might suggest a more frightful image , to say nothing of its being more appropriate to the water ) , who was Scylla ? and how came she to be this tremendous monster ? From the jealousy of Circe . Scylla was ...
... human look than the dog , might suggest a more frightful image , to say nothing of its being more appropriate to the water ) , who was Scylla ? and how came she to be this tremendous monster ? From the jealousy of Circe . Scylla was ...
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Adonis Ætna Alcamo Allan Ramsay Amycus Arethusa beautiful bees Ben Jonson Bion blue jar called charming Christmas creature Cyclops DALZIEL delight door earth elegant English EUNOE exquisite eyes Faithful Shepherdess fancy feel flowers G. P. R. JAMES Galatea Gellias give goatherd GORGO Greek happy heaven Hiero HUGH FALCONER HYBLA island Italian Italy Jesuit King Robert language laugh LEIGH HUNT live look lover Lycidas Meli Milton mind Mount Etna mountain Muses of Sicily nature never nymphs passage pastoral poetry perhaps pipe play poem poet poetical Polyphemus Pope post 8vo PRAX Praxinoe price 1 11s prince Proserpine raise the dirge reader respect rocks round scene Scylla seems Shakspeare shepherd Shepherdess Sicilian Vespers sing song Spenser spirit story supposed sweet tears thee Theocritus things thou thought Three vols trees truth verses Virgil volume whole words young
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Página 106 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use, Of shades and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Página 22 - Wherewith she sits on diamond rocks Sleeking her soft alluring locks; By all the nymphs that nightly dance Upon thy streams with wily glance; Rise, rise, and heave thy rosy head From thy coral-paven bed, And bridle in thy headlong wave, Till thou our summons answered have.
Página 94 - Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Página 151 - For so work the honey bees : Creatures that, by a rule in nature, teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts : Where some, like magistrates, correct at home ; Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad ; Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds ; Which pillage they with merry march bring...
Página 102 - How the pale Phoebe, hunting in a grove, First saw the boy Endymion, from whose eyes She took eternal fire that never dies; How she...
Página 70 - He hath put down the mighty from their seat : and hath exalted the humble and meek.
Página 106 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freak'd with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears : Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Página 98 - Buz, quoth the blue fly, Hum, quoth the bee: Buz and hum they cry, And so do we.
Página 144 - And every sweetness that inspired their hearts, Their minds, and muses on admired themes ; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit ; If these had made one poem's period, And all combined in beauty's worthiness, Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least, Which into words no virtue can digest...
Página 125 - Where does the wisdom and the power divine In a more bright and sweet reflection shine? Where do we finer strokes and colours see Of the Creator's real poetry, Than when we with attention look Upon the third day's volume of the Book ? If we could open and intend our eye, We all, like Moses, should espy, Ev*n in a bush, the radiant Deity...