Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science and Arts, Svazky 21–22W & R Chambers, 1854 |
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Strana 10
... artists never sin on this score , but , at anyrate , there is certainly a strong movement in the right direction among them . As to the stage , which ought to hold the mirror up ' not only to nature but to art , and serve as a patron ...
... artists never sin on this score , but , at anyrate , there is certainly a strong movement in the right direction among them . As to the stage , which ought to hold the mirror up ' not only to nature but to art , and serve as a patron ...
Strana 18
... artist of rising talent , he engages all his pictures for the next seven years , and perhaps makes the modest gain of 500 per cent . by the speculation . We must view him even entering into the sacred walks of science . Several years ...
... artist of rising talent , he engages all his pictures for the next seven years , and perhaps makes the modest gain of 500 per cent . by the speculation . We must view him even entering into the sacred walks of science . Several years ...
Strana 28
... artist who had studied many years at Rome ; but he did not say whether he was of English origin or not , and , of course , Florence could not ask the question . This would have been to avow a stronger interest in him than consisted with ...
... artist who had studied many years at Rome ; but he did not say whether he was of English origin or not , and , of course , Florence could not ask the question . This would have been to avow a stronger interest in him than consisted with ...
Strana 60
... artist ! ' exclaimed Sara . ' He will teach men , dear Miss Heavystoke , not boys , and will leave the impress of his intellect on the soul , not the memory . ' ' An author ! ' repeated the captain indignantly , and live in a garret ...
... artist ! ' exclaimed Sara . ' He will teach men , dear Miss Heavystoke , not boys , and will leave the impress of his intellect on the soul , not the memory . ' ' An author ! ' repeated the captain indignantly , and live in a garret ...
Strana 62
... artistic offerings to the Christmas - tide ; but this season has been characterised by the outpouring of at least a ... artists on wood , both with the pencil and the graver . As to the literature of these books , many of them , we are ...
... artistic offerings to the Christmas - tide ; but this season has been characterised by the outpouring of at least a ... artists on wood , both with the pencil and the graver . As to the literature of these books , many of them , we are ...
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Strana 306 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Strana 308 - Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung ; Silence was pleased : now...
Strana 317 - A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
Strana 307 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Strana 307 - Whose midnight revels, by a forest side, Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Strana 31 - THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES. I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Strana 144 - And, behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake: and after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.
Strana 310 - Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense - the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way? That for itself can woo the approaching fight, And turn what some deem danger to delight...
Strana 308 - And lighten glimmering Xanthus with their rays; The long reflections of the distant fires Gleam on the walls, and tremble on the spires: A thousand piles the dusky horrors gild, And shoot a shady lustre o'er the field ; Full fifty guards each flaming pile attend. Whose umber'd arms by fits thick flashes send; Loud neigh the coursers o'er their heaps of corn, And ardent warriors wait the rising morn.
Strana 290 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.