The New Quarterly Magazine, Volumen5Ward, Lock, and Tyler, 1876 |
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allotment-gardens almanacs Arthur Maitland ball beauty Bellew better Bixio brother character Christophe Church Clytemnestra Coeffic colour cottage court Daly's dark divine Dominick Daly drama Ermenegilda eyes face farmer father Father John O'Connor feeling Gilda girl give Goffredo Mameli hand heart Hebrew Herbot honour Huelgoat human husband Jean Marie Jean Marie's Katharine Farrell labourer lady Lawn Tennis live looked Louise Madame Rusquec Marmolata marry Massinger Mathurin matter Melville ment mill mind mother Narraghmore nature never Okeanides once Oratory Worship passion Philip Massinger play player poem poet poetry poor pretty Prometheus round Sam Sullivan seemed side Sir Charles smile soul spirit stood story strong tell thee things thou thought tion told tophe truth turned utter verse Victor Hugo village wife woman women words write young Zeus
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Página 292 - Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Página 281 - And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Página 163 - Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Página 292 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane— as I do here.
Página 163 - She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoyed, For ever panting and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above, That leaves a heart high sorrowful and cloyed, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.
Página 294 - The lightning is his slave; heaven's utmost deep Gives up her stars, and like a flock of sheep They pass before his eye, are numbered, and roll on ! The tempest is his steed, he strides the air; And the abyss shouts from her depth laid bare, Heaven, hast thou secrets ? Man unveils me; I have none.
Página 158 - Like poor Falstaff, though I do not "babble," I think of green fields; I muse with the greatest affection on every flower I have known from my infancy — their shapes and colours are as new to me as if I had just created them with a superhuman fancy.
Página 367 - The nine men's morris* is fill'd up with mud ; And the quaint mazes in the wanton green, For lack of tread, are undistinguishable...
Página 60 - ... order of garments (in man or woman) give us a taste of the spirit, and demonstratively . point (as it were a manual note from the margin) all the internal quality and habiliment of the soul...
Página 400 - Let your women keep silence in the churches : for it is not permitted unto them to speak; but they are commanded to be under obedience, as also saith the law.