The Prose Workd of Mrs. Ellis: The poetry of life. Pictures of private life (first and second series) A voice from the vintageLangley, 1844 |
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... silent , but deeply interested specta- tor , while a crew of hardy and weather- beaten sailors launched forth their little bark amongst the roaring breakers , battling their way through foam and surge , now dipping into the dark hollows ...
... silent , but deeply interested specta- tor , while a crew of hardy and weather- beaten sailors launched forth their little bark amongst the roaring breakers , battling their way through foam and surge , now dipping into the dark hollows ...
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... silent and majestic river , where the hurry and murmur of their course is lost , like the rest- less passions that agitate the breast of man in the ocean of eternity : and there is poetry in the burst of the cataract that comes over the ...
... silent and majestic river , where the hurry and murmur of their course is lost , like the rest- less passions that agitate the breast of man in the ocean of eternity : and there is poetry in the burst of the cataract that comes over the ...
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... silent night , and glowing day , with an end and purpose in their brief existence inscrutable to the mind of man . The flowers of the garden , though pos- sessing more richness and gorgeous beauty , are less poetical , because we see ...
... silent night , and glowing day , with an end and purpose in their brief existence inscrutable to the mind of man . The flowers of the garden , though pos- sessing more richness and gorgeous beauty , are less poetical , because we see ...
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... sus , standing by the silent brook , its stately form reflected in the glassy mirror , without losing themselves in that most fanciful of all man . wisdom which appoints our sorrows , and sets THE POETRY OF FLOWERS . 25.
... sus , standing by the silent brook , its stately form reflected in the glassy mirror , without losing themselves in that most fanciful of all man . wisdom which appoints our sorrows , and sets THE POETRY OF FLOWERS . 25.
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... silence and so- lemnity , like a sister to those venerable trees . There are no gorgeous hues in the foliage of the elm ... silent river ( would it were as unruffled in its real course ; ) and while retaining a dim and mysterious ...
... silence and so- lemnity , like a sister to those venerable trees . There are no gorgeous hues in the foliage of the elm ... silent river ( would it were as unruffled in its real course ; ) and while retaining a dim and mysterious ...
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Page 88 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Page 159 - twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war : to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt : the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake ; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar : graves, at my command, Have wak'd their sleepers ; op'd, and let them forth By my so potent art...
Page 136 - At her feet he bowed, he fell, he lay down : at her feet he bowed, he fell ; where he bowed, there he fell down dead.
Page 83 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Page 134 - But he himself went a day's journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a juniper tree: and he requested for himself that he might die; and said, It is enough; now, O Lord, take away my life ; for I am not better than my fathers.
Page 85 - Awake, /Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take ; The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
Page 134 - And Rizpah the daughter of Aiah took sackcloth, and spread it for her upon the rock, from the beginning of harvest until water dropped upon them out of heaven, and suffered neither the birds of the air to rest on them by day, nor the beasts of the field by night.
Page 166 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amourist, or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite ; nor to be obtained by the invocation of Dame Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom He pleases.
Page 81 - SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night ! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where all the long and lone daylight Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight ! Wrap thy form in a mantle gray, Star-inwrought ! Blind with thine hair the eyes of day, Kiss her until she be wearied out, Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land, Touching all with thine opiate wand.
Page 85 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.