The Diamond and the Pearl: A Novel, Svazek 3

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Strana 137 - But fill their purse, our poet's work is done, Alike to them, by pathos or by pun. O you! whom vanity's light bark conveys On fame's mad voyage by the wind of praise, With what a shifting gale your course you ply, For ever sunk too low, or borne too high! Who pants for glory finds but short repose, A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.
Strana 49 - Here no state-chambers in long line unfold, Bright with broad mirrors, rough with fretted gold ; Yet modest ornament, with use combined, Attracts the eye to exercise the mind. Small change of scene, small space his home requires, Who leads a life of satisfied desires. What tho...
Strana 187 - One of earth's charms : upon her bosom yet, After the flight of untold centuries, The freshness of her far beginning lies And yet shall lie. Life mocks the idle hate Of his arch-enemy Death — yea, seats himself Upon the tyrant's throne — the sepulchre, And of the triumphs of his ghastly foe Makes his own nourishment.
Strana 89 - Ant. Ambition, madam, is a great man's madness, That is not kept in chains and close-pent rooms, But in fair lightsome lodgings, and is girt With the wild noise of prattling visitants, Which makes it lunatic beyond all cure. Conceive not I am so stupid but I aim Whereto your favours tend : but he's a fool That, being a-cold, would thrust his hands i
Strana 187 - Written on thy works I read The lesson of thy own eternity. Lo ! all grow old and die ; but see again, How on the faltering footsteps of decay Youth presses, — ever gay and beautiful youth In all its beautiful forms.
Strana 210 - But the office of this divine spirit is to throw a redeeming grace around the objects and the scenes of being. It is the breeze that lifts the weeds on the highway of time and brings to view the violets beneath. It is the holy water which, sprinkled on the mosaic pavement of life, makes vivid its brilliant tints. It is the mystic harp upon whose strings the confused murmur of toil, gladness, and grief loses itself in music.
Strana 275 - The light that was our loveliest is ended. We might have been ! Henceforth, how much of the full heart must be A sealed book at whose contents we tremble ? A still voice mutters mid our misery, The worst to hear, because it must dissemble — We might have been...
Strana 26 - No English workman then could please your fancy, The French and Tuscan dress your whole discourse; This bawd to prodigality, entertain'd To buzz into your ears what shape this countess Appear'd in the last masque, and how it drew The young lord's eyes upon her ; and this usher Succeeded in the eldest prentice
Strana 275 - WE MIGHT HAVE BEEN! We might have been! — these are but common words, And yet they make the sum of life's bewailing; They are the echo of those finer chords, Whose music life deplores when unavailing. We might have been!
Strana 231 - Anacharsis said of the vine may aptly enough be said of prosperity. She bears the three grapes of drunkenness, of pleasure, and of sorrow : and happy it is if the last can cure the mischief which the former work. When afflictions fail to have their due effect, the case is desperate. They are the last remedy which indulgent Providence uses : and, if they fail, we must languish and die in misery and contempt. Vain men ! how seldom do we know what to wish or to pray for ? When we pray against...

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