Pilgrims of Fashion. A NovelHarper, 1862 - 337 strani |
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Druge izdaje - Prikaži vse
Pogosti izrazi in povedi
Aberdeen packet acquaintance Adelaide afterwards Albert Parsons Alfred answer arrival asked beautiful Beechworth Park boat Bremen called captain castle Centreville CHAPTER Cheltenham child circumstances cliffs daugh daughter dead dear death deck Edward Coke ejaculated eyes father feel felt fire gaze gentleman glad Gulf Stream hand happy heard hope hour husband inquiries Jabez Bunting Jane jaunting car Joseph Coke letter lieutenant living London look lost Madeline marriage married melancholy ment Mike Sweeney mind Miss Wilberforce months morning mother nearly never night Ostend Palm Islands Pat Byrne Perceval raft Rathangan remained remarked replied returned scene ship Sir Albert Coke Slater smile smugglers solicitor soon Sterling stranger surgeon surprise tell thing thought tion took Union army vessel Wicklow widow wife woman words wounded wreck yer honor
Priljubljeni odlomki
Stran 29 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress...
Stran 29 - Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death. That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb — Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering1 round decay, The farewell beam of feeling past away ! Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its cherished earth!
Stran 29 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon; Yes, but for these and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd!
Stran 29 - The fix'd yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not. now, And but for that chill, changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon...
Stran 169 - What of the cradle roof that flies Forward and backward through the air? What does he think of his mother's breast, Bare and beautiful, smooth and white, Seeking it ever with fresh delight, — Cup of his life, and couch of his rest ? What does he think when her quick embrace Presses his hand and buries his face Deep where the heart-throbs sink and swell With a tenderness she can never tell, Though she murmur the words Of all the...
Stran 3 - Though he win the wise, who frown'd before, To smile at last ; He'll never meet A joy so sweet, In all his noon of fame, As when first he sung to woman's ear His soul-felt flame, And, at every close, she blush'd to hear The one loved name.
Stran 3 - Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream : No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream. Tho' the bard to purer fame may soar, When wild youth's past; Tho...