In the C. P.: Or, Sketches in Prose & in Verse Descriptive of Scenes and Manners in the Central Provinces of IndiaPrinted at the Pioneer Press, 1881 - 201 páginas |
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Página 95 - OF old sat Freedom on the heights, The thunders breaking at her feet : Above her shook the starry lights : She heard the torrents meet. There in her place she did rejoice, Self-gather'd in her prophet-mind, But fragments of her mighty voice Came rolling on the wind. Then stept she down thro...
Página 67 - The place of justice is an hallowed place ; and therefore not only the bench, but the footpace, and precincts, and purprise thereof, ought to be preserved without scandal and corruption.
Página 53 - O Vizier, thou art old, I young! Clear in these things I cannot see. My head is burning, and a heat Is in my skin which angers me. But hear ye this, ye sons of men! They that bear rule, and are obey'd, Unto a rule more strong than theirs Are in their turn obedient made.
Página 160 - Crack'd; and I saw the flaring atom-streams And torrents of her myriad universe, Ruining along the illimitable inane, Fly on to clash together again, and make Another and another frame of things For ever.
Página 53 - The Gods are happy. They turn on all sides Their shining eyes : And see, below them, The Earth, and men. '> They see Tiresias Sitting, staff in hand, On the warm, grassy Asopus' bank : His robe drawn over His old, sightless head : Revolving inly The doom of Thebes. They see the Centaurs In the upper glens Of Pelion, in the streams, Where...
Página 100 - The mountain wooded to the peak, the lawns And winding glades high up like ways to Heaven, The slender coco's drooping crown of plumes, The lightning flash of insect and of bird, The lustre of the long convolvuluses That coil'd around the stately stems, and ran Ev'n to the limit of the land, the glows And glories of the broad belt of the world, All these he saw...
Página 159 - On her pallid cheek and forehead came a color and a light, As I have seen the rosy red flushing in the northern night. And she turn'd — her bosom shaken with a sudden storm of sighs — All the spirit deeply dawning in the dark of hazel eyes — Saying, 'I have hid my feelings, fearing they should do me wrong;' Saying, 'Dost thou love me, cousin?' weeping, 'I have loved thee long.
Página 41 - Who art thou on thy black and fiery horse Under whose hoofs the bridge o'er Giall's stream Rumbles and shakes? Tell me thy race and home. But yestermorn, five troops of dead pass'd by, Bound on their way below to Hela's realm, Nor shook the bridge so much as thou alone. And thou hast flesh and colour on...
Página 24 - THE WEIRD LADY THE swevens came up round Harold the Earl, Like motes in the sunnes beam ; And over him stood the Weird Lady, In her charmed castle over the sea, Sang " Lie thou still and dream." " Thy steed is dead in his stall, Earl Harold, Since thou hast been with me ; The rust has eaten thy harness bright, And the rats have eaten thy greyhound light, That was so fair and...
Página 32 - ... the author (somewhat in the spirit of Wordsworth when he complained that — " The world is too much with us ; late and soon Getting and spending we lay waste our powers, Little we see in nature that is ours ") pleads for the benefit to be derived from what he calls being " industriously idle." " People inhale fresh air with a ready enough perception of the good it does them ; but they rarely seem to appreciate the fact that the inhaling of scenery by the eye is equally beneficial. The swallowing...