The Literary Souvenir, and Cabinet of Modern ArtWhittaker and Company, 1835 |
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... wave and sunset sky , Salvator's storm - rent rock and mountain brow , And Poussin's classic glooms are gathering now ; There Carlo Dolci's matchless anguish droops ; There golden Titian's living beauties glow ; There graceful Watteau ...
... wave and sunset sky , Salvator's storm - rent rock and mountain brow , And Poussin's classic glooms are gathering now ; There Carlo Dolci's matchless anguish droops ; There golden Titian's living beauties glow ; There graceful Watteau ...
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... wave and sunset sky , The name of Claude Lorraine is one that can never be mentioned without a feeling of gratitude and delight by the genuine lover of art . His golden sunsets , his wild romantic shores , and his exqui- sitely poetical ...
... wave and sunset sky , The name of Claude Lorraine is one that can never be mentioned without a feeling of gratitude and delight by the genuine lover of art . His golden sunsets , his wild romantic shores , and his exqui- sitely poetical ...
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... waves may flow . II . I wouldna like to lay my head aneath the kirk - yard wa ' , Sae sadly there , frae darksome yews , the lang , drear shadows fa ' : I couldna sleep in storied tomb , nor ' neath the chancel floor , Nor rest below ...
... waves may flow . II . I wouldna like to lay my head aneath the kirk - yard wa ' , Sae sadly there , frae darksome yews , the lang , drear shadows fa ' : I couldna sleep in storied tomb , nor ' neath the chancel floor , Nor rest below ...
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... upo ' my breast , an ' bear me to my hame ; An ' yonder by the wide , wide sea , oh , lay me cauld an ' low , That saftly ower my gowden hair the bonnie waves may flow . ΤΟ NINE SISTERS . BY ALARIC A. WATTS . Come THE DESERTED . 47.
... upo ' my breast , an ' bear me to my hame ; An ' yonder by the wide , wide sea , oh , lay me cauld an ' low , That saftly ower my gowden hair the bonnie waves may flow . ΤΟ NINE SISTERS . BY ALARIC A. WATTS . Come THE DESERTED . 47.
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... waves of Arno's bounding stream ; Never , as once , my lingering foot shall fall ' Mid the grey ruin of each time - worn hall ; For me no more the light barks cleave the tide , No more the banner - folds wave wild and wide : Cold as the ...
... waves of Arno's bounding stream ; Never , as once , my lingering foot shall fall ' Mid the grey ruin of each time - worn hall ; For me no more the light barks cleave the tide , No more the banner - folds wave wild and wide : Cold as the ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
admiration Alexis appear artist beauty Bernard bishop breast breath bright British Institution brow Caravaggio charming cheek cloud colour dark dinna Domenichino doth dream earth Engraved exhibited exquisite fair faith fancy feet flowers frae Fribourg Gallery gaze genius GEORGE BARRET Giorgione Giulio Romano grace Guercino hath heart honour hope Horace Vernet Hospice hundred immortal island light living lonely Louvre lyre Maronnier Marriage at Cana Martigny MARTIN ARCHER SHEE MARY HOWITT mind MISS E. L. MONTAGU mountain Muse national prizes nature never o'er ould chieftain painter pencil poet poetical poetry portrait possession of Alaric present racter Raffaelle RICHARD WESTALL rival scene smile snow song soul Sourdain spirit Stanza Stanza 9 Stothard sweet taste tears thee thine thou Titian Victor visions voice Watts waves Westall whilst wild wing young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 20 - BEFORE the starry threshold of Jove's court /My mansion is, where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live insphered In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth...
Seite 23 - With its airy chambers, light and boon, That open to sun, and stars, and moon ; That open unto the bright blue sky, And the frolicsome winds as they wander by.
Seite 24 - Come up! come up! for the world is fair Where the merry leaves dance in the summer air," And the birds below give back the cry, "We come, we come to the branches high.
Seite 23 - They have left their nests in the forest bough, Those homes of delight they need not now ; And the young and the old they wander out, And traverse their green world round about : And, hark ! at the top of this leafy hall, How one to the other they lovingly call ; " Come up, come up ! " they seem to say, " Where the topmost twigs in the breezes sway ! III.
Seite 166 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Seite 97 - Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key, As if our hands, our sides, voices and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet an union in partition ; Two lovely berries moulded on one stem; So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart; Two of the first, like coats in heraldry, Due but to one and crowned with one crest.
Seite 24 - How pleasant the life of a bird must be, Skimming about on the breezy sea, Cresting the billows like silvery foam, Then wheeling away to its cliff-built home! What joy it must be to sail, upborne By a strong, free wing, through the rosy morn ! To meet the young sun face to face, And pierce like a shaft the boundless space; — v.
Seite 113 - Oh ! many are the Poets that are sown By Nature ; men endowed with highest gifts, The vision and the faculty divine ; .Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse...
Seite 64 - Still, where rosy pleasure leads, See a kindred grief pursue ; Behind the steps that misery treads, Approaching comfort view : The hues of bliss more brightly glow, Chastised by sabler tints of woe ; And blended, form with artful strife The strength and harmony of life.
Seite 25 - mid the flowering trees; Lightly to soar, and to see beneath The wastes of the blossoming purple heath, And the yellow furze, like fields of gold, That...