The China magazine: a ... miscellany, Հատորներ 1-21868 |
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... hour of all the twenty - four , when the West is all golden , and the East all , rosy with the changeful colors of the unseen setting sun , long arches of deep violet trembling across the whole sky , as the tints come out pale blue in ...
... hour of all the twenty - four , when the West is all golden , and the East all , rosy with the changeful colors of the unseen setting sun , long arches of deep violet trembling across the whole sky , as the tints come out pale blue in ...
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... hour of summer suns , by many pleasant ways " -I do believe that the fountain would run upwards against its current , and that with a half sigh and longing for " wings like a dove " even under English elms , I should again tread the ...
... hour of summer suns , by many pleasant ways " -I do believe that the fountain would run upwards against its current , and that with a half sigh and longing for " wings like a dove " even under English elms , I should again tread the ...
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... hour . My mother could not restrain her tears of joy at this triumph , and the shade of her grandfather haunted her no more . At seventeen , I fell in love , and why not ? it was absolutely necessary for my literary reputation . I wrote ...
... hour . My mother could not restrain her tears of joy at this triumph , and the shade of her grandfather haunted her no more . At seventeen , I fell in love , and why not ? it was absolutely necessary for my literary reputation . I wrote ...
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... hours must have found its way into the Dead Letter Office . What could I do ? I never had but one copy , and that was lost ! in time , I recovered from my disappointment , and employed my leisure hours by writing a Novel . It belonged ...
... hours must have found its way into the Dead Letter Office . What could I do ? I never had but one copy , and that was lost ! in time , I recovered from my disappointment , and employed my leisure hours by writing a Novel . It belonged ...
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... hour or so , to the condition of a chimney sweep . The hedges and plants seem bowed down by the weight of dust , and only when the wind blows sharply across the road , is it possible for horses or riders to breathe with any degree of ...
... hour or so , to the condition of a chimney sweep . The hedges and plants seem bowed down by the weight of dust , and only when the wind blows sharply across the road , is it possible for horses or riders to breathe with any degree of ...
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Էջ 56 - These, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles : And every sense and every heart is joy.
Էջ 130 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free; The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea: Listen' the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Էջ 130 - The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder - everlastingly. Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here, If thou appear untouched by solemn thought, Thy nature is not therefore less divine: Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year; And worshipp'st at the Temple's inner shrine, God being with thee when we know it not.
Էջ 114 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among -the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs; Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.
Էջ 31 - Lu asked about serving the spirits of the dead. The Master said, 'While you are not able to serve men, how can you serve their spirits?' Chi Lu added, 'I venture to ask about death?
Էջ 56 - With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year ; And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks, And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves in hollow-whispering gales. Thy bounty shines in autumn unconfined, And spreads a common feast for all that lives.
Էջ 32 - For show; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook, Or groom! —We must run glittering like a brook In the open sunshine, or we are unblest: The wealthiest man among us is the best: No grandeur now in nature or in book Delights us. Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore: Plain living and high thinking are no more: The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence, And pure religion breathing household laws.
Էջ 86 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Էջ 124 - But any man that walks the mead, In bud or blade, or bloom, may find, According as his humours lead, A meaning suited to his mind. And liberal applications lie In Art like Nature, dearest friend ; So 'twere to cramp its use, if I Should hook it to some useful end.
Էջ 32 - O Friend! I know not which way I must look For comfort, being, as I am, opprest, To think that now our Life is only drest For show; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook, Or groom!— We must run glittering like a Brook In the open sunshine, or we are unblest: The wealthiest man among us is the best: No grandeur now in nature or in book Delights us.