Mordaunt Hall; Or, A September Night: A Novel, 第 2 卷
H. Colburn, 1849 - 617 頁
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第 42 頁 - Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That owned the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass On which the Tartar king did ride; And if aught else great bards beside In sage and solemn tunes have sung, Of tourneys, and of trophies hung, Of forests, and enchantments drear, Where more is meant than meets the ear.
第 202 頁 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
第 131 頁 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
第 219 頁 - Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.
第 148 頁 - Some are bewilder'd in the maze of schools, And some made coxcombs Nature meant but fools. In search of wit these, lose their common sense, And then turn Critics in their own defence: Each burns alike, who can, or cannot write, 30 Or with a Rival's, or an Eunuch's spite.
第 80 頁 - And, as a fagot sparkles on the hearth, Not less if unattended and alone, Than when both young and old sit gathered round, And take delight in its activity, Even so this happy creature of herself Is all-sufficient...
第 98 頁 - While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ; But, more...
第 122 頁 - gan to clear Our clouded sky, lies darken'd here, For ever set to us, by death Sent to inflame the world beneath. 'Twas but a bud, yet did contain More sweetness than shall spring again; A budding star, that might have grown Into a sun when it had blown. This hopeful beauty did create * New life in love's...
第 239 頁 - All side in parties, and begin th' attack ; Fans clap, silks rustle, and tough whalebones crack ; Heroes' and heroines' shouts confusedly rise, And bass and treble voices strike the skies. No common weapons in their hands are found, Like gods they fight, nor dread a mortal wound. So when bold Homer makes the gods engage...
第 55 頁 - Earth shakes her nodding tow'rs, the ground gives way, And the pale ghosts start at the flash of day ! Triumphant Umbriel on a sconce's height Clapp'd his glad wings, and sate to view the fight: Propp'd on their bodkin spears, the Sprites survey The growing combat, or assist the fray. While thro...