A jar of honey from mount HyblaJohn Murray, 1848 - 265 páginas |
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Página viii
... talk run freer on all subjects , than at Christmas , because at no time are the animal spirits set more at liberty ; and hence no topic is baulked if it come uppermost , any more than it is in these pages . And as to the foreign part of ...
... talk run freer on all subjects , than at Christmas , because at no time are the animal spirits set more at liberty ; and hence no topic is baulked if it come uppermost , any more than it is in these pages . And as to the foreign part of ...
Página viii
... talk plentifully about it ; and others will talk , because he has talked already . The Duke of Devonshire has been in Italy . Lord John has an Envoy in Italy . Every reigning circle of private and public life has had its representative ...
... talk plentifully about it ; and others will talk , because he has talked already . The Duke of Devonshire has been in Italy . Lord John has an Envoy in Italy . Every reigning circle of private and public life has had its representative ...
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... plenty of titles ; very unlike St. Francis de Sales , who was for talking nothing but " roses ; " very unlike St. Vincent de Paul , who founded the Sisterhood of Charity ; very unlike Rundle , who " had a CHRISTMAS AND ITALY . xxi.
... plenty of titles ; very unlike St. Francis de Sales , who was for talking nothing but " roses ; " very unlike St. Vincent de Paul , who founded the Sisterhood of Charity ; very unlike Rundle , who " had a CHRISTMAS AND ITALY . xxi.
Página 44
... talk about the husband , the endeavours to mystify the little boy , the chatter and bustle in the crowd , and the gaping expressions of delight and amazement at the spectacle . The opening of the poem lets us into a household scene ...
... talk about the husband , the endeavours to mystify the little boy , the chatter and bustle in the crowd , and the gaping expressions of delight and amazement at the spectacle . The opening of the poem lets us into a household scene ...
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... talk so of your husband , there's a dear , Before the little one . See how he looks at you . PRAX . ( to the little boy . ) There , don't look grave , child ; cheer up , Zopy , sweet ; It isn't your papa we ' re talking of . GORGO ...
... talk so of your husband , there's a dear , Before the little one . See how he looks at you . PRAX . ( to the little boy . ) There , don't look grave , child ; cheer up , Zopy , sweet ; It isn't your papa we ' re talking of . GORGO ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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...