The false one. Halloran the pedler. The Indian mother. A dramatic proverb for little actors. The diary of an ennuyéeHarper & Brothers, 1834 Anna Brownell Jameson (1794-1860) was a British writer, fiminist, and art historian who became widely known for her "Charactoristics of Women" published in 1832 and "Winter Studies and Summer Ramblings in Canada" published in 1838, based on her travels through upper Canada and northern Michigan in 1836 and 1837 |
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Abul Fazil admiration Akbar Amrà amused appeared Ara Celi arms baths of Titus beautiful bosom Brahman Carlo Cignani carriage Cathleen character church Clonmell colouring Correggio crowded dark delightful DICK Domenichino earth effect enchanted English expression exquisite eyes Faizi fancy fatigue feeling felt Florence gallery gazed Govinda graceful Guahiba hand head heard heart hills hour interest Italian Italy LADY AMARANTHE Lerici light looked Lord Byron luxuriant magnificent marble MARGERY melancholy ment mind morning Mount Vesuvius mountain Naples never night old woman once pain painted Palace peculiar Peter's Petrarch picture picturesque Pitti Palace pleasure poetical Pompeii poor Raffaelle rest Rome round ruins Sarma scene scenery seen shore sing smile soul spirit splendour statue stood struck style taste temple thing thought tion Titian to-day tomb turned Velletri Venice Villa Virgin visited voice walked whole words yesterday
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Página 270 - Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
Página 118 - The great poetical genius of our times has openly alienated himself from the land of his brothers," (over the word brothers Lord Byron has written Cains.) " He becomes immortal in the language of a people whom he would contemn, he accepts with ingratitude the fame he loves more than life, and he is only truly great on that spot of earth, whose genius, when he is no more, will contemplate his shade in sorrow and in anger." Lord Byron has underlined several words in this passage, and writes thus in...
Página 262 - Ah! Then, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw, and add the gleam, The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the Poet's dream; I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile Amid a world how different from this!
Página 230 - Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife, He would have written sonnets all his life?
Página 220 - Producing change of beauty ever new. —Ah ! that such beauty, varying in the light Of living nature, cannot be portrayed By words, nor by the pencil's silent skill; But is the property of him alone Who hath beheld it, noted it with care, And in his mind recorded it with love!
Página 199 - Take no thought what ye shall eat or what ye shall drink, or wherewithal ye shall be clothed. For after all these things do the Gentiles seek. But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you.
Página 34 - We know not of what we are capable till the trial comes; — till it comes, perhaps, in a form which makes the strong man quail, and turns the gentler woman into a heroine. The power of outward circumstances suddenly to awaken dormant faculties — the extraordinary influence which the mere instinct of self-preservation can exert over the mind, and the triumph of mind thus excited over physical weakness, were never more truly exemplified than in the story of HALLORAN THE PEDLAR.
Página 38 - Her first thought was that the good people, (ie the fairies) had been there and stolen it away; but on examining farther she plainly perceived large foot-prints in the soft bank, and was convinced it was the work of no unearthly marauder. Bitterly reproaching herself for her carelessness, she again set forward ; and still hoping to reach Cork that night, she toiled on and on with increasing difficulty and distress, till as the evening closed her spirits failed, she became faint, foot-sore and hungry,...
Página 151 - Aventine, and the ^squihne, have become familiar to me, assisted in my perambulations by an excellent plan. I have been disappointed in nothing, for I expected that the general appearance of modern Rome, would be mean; and that the impression made by the ancient city would be melancholy; and I had been unfortunately, too well prepared by previous reading, for all I see, to be astonished by any thing except the Museum of the Vatican.
Página 227 - Yes! when the sun of life more feebly shines, Becoming thoughts, I trust, of solemn gloom Or of high gladness you shall hither bring; And these perennial bowers and murmuring pines Be gracious as the music and the bloom And all the mighty ravishment of Spring.