Lord of himself, Volumen1

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Página 233 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight: A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Página 109 - Think upon the time When the clear depths of thy yet lucid soul Were ruffled with the troublings of strange joy, As if some unseen visitant from heaven Touch'd the calm lake and wreath'd its images In sparkling waves...
Página 90 - Irriguous, spreads. See, how the lily drinks The latent rill, scarce oozing through the grass, Of growth luxuriant ; or the humid bank In fair profusion decks. Long let us walk, Where the breeze blows from yon extended field Of blossomed beans. Arabia cannot boast A fuller gale of joy, than liberal thence Breathes through the sense, and takes the ravished soul.
Página 89 - While th' old apart, upon a bank reclin'd, Attend the tuneful carol, softly mixt With ev'ry murmur of the sliding wave, And ev'ry warble of the feather'd choir; Music of paradise! which still is heard, When the heart listens ; still the views appear Of the first happy garden, when content To nature's flow'ry scenes directs the sight.
Página 229 - A board, laid over the top of the wheelbarrow, served us for a table ; our dining-room was a roothouse, lined with moss and ivy. At six o'clock, the servants, who had dined under the great elm upon the ground, at a little distance, boiled the kettle, and the said wheelbarrow served us for a tea-table. We then took a walk into the wilderness, about half a mile off, and were at home again...
Página 109 - Of the stolen sweetness of those evening walks, When pansied turf was air to winged feet, And circling forests, by ethereal touch Enchanted, wore the livery of the sky, As if about to melt in golden light Shapes of one heavenly vision ; and thy heart, Enlarged by its new sympathy with one, Grew bountiful to all ! Adras.
Página 228 - Yesterday se'nnight we all dined together in the Spinnie — a most delightful retirement belonging to Mrs. Throckmorton of Weston. Lady Austen's lackey, and a lad that waits on me in the garden, drove a wheelbarrow full of eatables and drinkables to the scene of our Fete Champetre. A board laid over the top of the wheelbarrow served us for a table ; our diningroom was a root-house lined with moss and ivy.
Página 121 - THERE was not, on that day, a speck to stain The azure heaven ; the blessed Sun alone, In unapproachable divinity, Careered, rejoicing in his fields of light. How beautiful, beneath the bright blue sky, The billows...
Página 229 - At six o'clock, the servants, who had dined under a great elm upon the ground, at a little distance, boiled the kettle, and the said wheelbarrow served us for a tea-table. We then took a walk into the wilderness, about half a mile off, and were at home again a little after eight, having spent the day together from noon till evening without one cross occurrence, or the least weariness of each other. A happiness few parties of pleasure can boast of.
Página 40 - That hangs his head, and a' that ? The coward-slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that ! For a' that, and a' that, Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea stamp ; The man's the gowd for a

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