Heath's Book of Beauty: With Beautifully Finished Engravings, from Drawings by the First ArtistsMarguerite Countess of Blessington Longman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1837 |
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acquainted Almanzor Andalusia appearance Arab arms beauty breath bright brow Calantha Carminello charm cheeks child Cordova cottage orné COUNTESS OF BLESSINGTON Courtenay Briggs dark daughter dear death door dreams Dynewell exclaimed eyes fair Falkiner's father favour fear feelings female flower fortune Francesca Francis Walsingham garden gazed gentle girl Gonda Grace Falkiner Granada Guzerat hand Hattagi heard heart Heaven Henri Hermance hope hour husband Jaen king La Mancha Lady Honoria leave light lips look lover Lucilla Maddington Bowers mahbóobs Mahometans marriage mind Minna Moorish Moors Mordaunt mother never night Nourmahal o'er observed palace passed perhaps Persichella Porta Capuana prince Raymond remained rendered replied rest resumed romance scarcely seat seemed shew sigh smile sorrow soul Spain sultan sweet tears terrace thee thine thing thou thought tion Toledo tomb Vitangela voice Walsingham WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR woman young youth
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Seite 34 - Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick: with them the oars were silver; "Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It...
Seite 174 - Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare, Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast: Close by the regal chair Fell thirst and famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse ? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.
Seite 35 - It is this peculiar dreariness, this want of harmony between the spot and the associations, which makes the scene so impressive. The eager, tender, ardent Juliet, — every thought a passion, — the very Hebe of romance, never fated to be old ; — and this damp, unregarded hovel, strewed with vile lumber, and profaned to all uses ! What a contrast ! — what a moral of human affections ! Had it been a green spot in some quiet valley, with the holiness of Nature to watch over it, the tomb would...
Seite 224 - Though well it shews my waist. I must run down one minute, That Mr. John may see How silks, and lace, and ribands, Set off a girl like me. Yet, all of these together, Ay, pearls and diamonds too, Would fail to make most ladies look As well as — I know who.
Seite 31 - I trod its motley streets with less respect for its history than for its immortal legend : — for was it not here that the gay Mercutio and the haughty Tybalt ran their brief career ? — along these very streets went the masked...
Seite 36 - ... associations. We should have felt the soft steps of the appropriate spirit of- the place, and dreamed back the dreams of poetry, as at Arqua, or in the grotto of Egeria. But there is no poetry here ! all is stern and real ; the loveliest vision of Shakspeare surrounded by the hardest scenes of Crabbe ! And afar in the city rise the gorgeous tombs of the Scaligers, the family of that duke of Verona who is but a pageant, a thing of foil and glitter, in the machinery of that enchanting tale ! Ten...
Seite 34 - And there, in that barn belonging to the convent of the Franciscans, the very convent of the good old friar of the tale — no roof above — the damp mould below — the broken, oblong sepulchre itself half filled with green water, is the tomb of this being, made as familiar to us by genius, as if she had really moved and lived before us — as if we had gazed upon her in the revel, and listened to her voice from the moonlit balcony. Nothing can equal the sadness and gloom of the spot. On the walls...
Seite 198 - Hermance himself, without the intervention of a servant; and, with the assistance of dumb-waiters, their tete-a-tete dinners had passed off, as they said, deliciously. In the course of a fortnight, however, they required so many little acts of attendance, that it was deemed expedient to dismiss the dumb-waiters, and call in the aid of their living substitutes. " How tiresome it is of our cook," said Henri, " to give us the same potage continually I" " Did you not examine the menu ?
Seite 206 - This only son was rich, and proud, and handsome, gay and thoughtless, — thoughtless of every thing but self: — there are many such, even in the present age. Virtue and honour do not keep pace, in these improving times, with what is generally termed intellect. — But this has naught to do with Minna Mordaunt. This great man fancied he loved the daughter of one of the farmers who rented a portion of his father's estate, — a simple country girl she was, but the pride of the whole village —...
Seite 35 - ... is desecrated ; the old tomb, with its pillow of stone, is but a broken cistern to the eyes of the brethren of the convent ! The character of the place is drear, unsanctifying, slovenly, discomfort ! Beautiful daughter of the Capulet ! none care for thee, thy love, or thy memories, save the strangers from the Far Isle, whom a northern minstrel hath taught to weep for thee ! It is this peculiar dreariness, this want of harmony between the spot and the associations, which makes the scene so impressive....