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... light from below shot upwards on the front of the figure - the statue of Louisa Russel , and the head and busy hand of the sculptor , were in a manner half - seen half - hid . The painter said he made the sketch at midnight , in the ...
... light from below shot upwards on the front of the figure - the statue of Louisa Russel , and the head and busy hand of the sculptor , were in a manner half - seen half - hid . The painter said he made the sketch at midnight , in the ...
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... light that darkens all the place around , SEMICHORUS . ( Cyane , ) ' Tis he , ' tis he : he comes to us From the depths of Tartarus . For what of evil doth he roam From his red and gloomy home , In the centre of the world , Where the ...
... light that darkens all the place around , SEMICHORUS . ( Cyane , ) ' Tis he , ' tis he : he comes to us From the depths of Tartarus . For what of evil doth he roam From his red and gloomy home , In the centre of the world , Where the ...
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... light that darkens all the place around , SEMICHORUS . ( Cyane . ) ' Tis he , ' tis he : he comes to us From the depths of Tartarus . For what of evil doth he roam From his red and gloomy home , In the centre of the world , Where the ...
... light that darkens all the place around , SEMICHORUS . ( Cyane . ) ' Tis he , ' tis he : he comes to us From the depths of Tartarus . For what of evil doth he roam From his red and gloomy home , In the centre of the world , Where the ...
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... light , Her head is like a fountain bright , And her glossy ringlets fall , With a murmur musical , O'er her shoulders like a river , That rushes and escapes for ever Is the fair Cyane gone ? And is this fountain left alone , For a sad ...
... light , Her head is like a fountain bright , And her glossy ringlets fall , With a murmur musical , O'er her shoulders like a river , That rushes and escapes for ever Is the fair Cyane gone ? And is this fountain left alone , For a sad ...
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... light - her bed prepared for her by her mother's hand - the primroses in her garden peeping through the snow - old Tray , who ever welcomed her home with his dim white eyes- the poney and the cow ; -friends all , and inmates of that ...
... light - her bed prepared for her by her mother's hand - the primroses in her garden peeping through the snow - old Tray , who ever welcomed her home with his dim white eyes- the poney and the cow ; -friends all , and inmates of that ...
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Page 166 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
Page 149 - Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That own'd the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride...
Page 166 - In the touch of this bosom there worketh a spell, Which is lord of thy utterance, Christabel...
Page 269 - The parties broke up without noise and without confusion. They were carried home by their own carriages; that is to say, by the vehicles Nature had provided them, excepting such of the wealthy as could afford to keep a wagon.
Page 436 - Katterfelto, with his hair on end At his own wonders, wondering for his bread.
Page 269 - ... monkey divertisements of smart young gentlemen, with no brains at all. On the contrary, the young ladies seated themselves demurely in their rush-bottomed chairs, and knit their own woollen stockings; nor ever opened their lips, excepting to say yah Mynheer...
Page 202 - THE FANCY: A Selection from the Poetical Remains of the late Peter Corcoran, of Gray's Inn, student at law. With a brief Memoir of his life.
Page 141 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.
Page 75 - With cool and verdant gardens interspersed ; Here towers of war that frown in massy strength. While over all hangs the rich purple eve, As conscious of its being her last farewell Of light and glory to that fated city. And. as our clouds of battle dust and smoke Are melted into air, behold the Temple...
Page 269 - The company being seated around the genial board, and each furnished with a fork, evinced their dexterity in lanching at the fattest pieces in this mighty dish — in much the same manner as sailors harpoon porpoises at sea, or our Indians spear salmon in the lakes.