Letters from Spain, Italy, and Germany: During a Residence on the Continent of Four Years

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author, 1858 - 474 Seiten
 

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Seite 194 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Seite 81 - Orsini lived ; and long mightst thou have seen An old man wandering as in quest of something, Something he could not find — he knew not what.
Seite 80 - Her pranks the favourite theme of every tongue. But now the day was come, the day, the hour ; Now frowning, smiling, for the hundredth time, The nurse, that ancient lady, preached decorum ; And, in the lustre of her youth, she gave Her hand, with her heart in it, to Francesco. Great was the joy ; but at the bridal feast, When all sat down, the bride was wanting there. Nor was she to be found ! Her father cried, " 'Tis but to make a trial of our love ! " And fill'd his glass to all ; but his hand...
Seite 317 - Are we a piece of machinery, which, like the ^Eolian harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing accident ; or do these workings argue something within us above the trodden clod ? I own myself partial to such proofs of those awful and important realities : a God that made all things, man's immaterial and immortal nature, and a world of weal or woe beyond death and the grave.
Seite 80 - Broidered with flowers and clasped from head to foot, An emerald stone in every golden clasp ; And on her brow, fairer than alabaster, A coronet of pearls. But then her face, So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, The overflowings of an innocent heart — It haunts me still, though many a year has fled, Like some wild melody...
Seite 80 - And-in her fifteenth year became a bride. Marrying an only son, Francesco Doria, Her playmate from her birth, and her first love. Just as she looks there in her bridal dress, She was all gentleness, all gaiety, Her pranks the favourite theme of every tongue.
Seite 81 - There then had she found a grave Within that chest had she concealed herself, Fluttering with joy, the happiest of the happy ; When a spring-lock, that lay in ambush there, Fastened her down for ever ! THE WORKHOUSE BOY.
Seite 81 - That mouldering chest was noticed ; and 'twas said, By one as young, as thoughtless as Ginevra, 'Why not remove it from its lurking-place?' 'Twas done as soon as said ; but on the way It burst, it fell ; and lo ! a skeleton, With here and there a pearl, an emerald- stone, A golden clasp, clasping a shred of gold.
Seite 79 - Will long detain thee ; thro' their arched walks, Dim at noon-day, discovering many a glimpse Of knights and dames, such as in old romance, And lovers, such as in heroic song, Perhaps the two, for groves were their delight, That in the spring-time, as alone they sat, Venturing together on a tale of love, Read only part that day.
Seite 79 - Dwelt in of old by one of the Orsini. Its noble gardens, terrace above terrace, And rich in fountains, statues, cypresses, Will long detain...

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