Bentley's Miscellany, Volume 23Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith Richard Bentley, 1848 |
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Page 639 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Page 134 - The Church-yard abounds with images which find a mirror in every mind, and with sentiments to which every bosom returns an echo.
Page 384 - Creasy to select for military description those few battles of which, in the words of Hnllam, ' a contrary event would have essentially varied the drama of the world in all its subsequent scenes.
Page 388 - Then leave the poor Plebeian his single tie to life—- The sweet, sweet love of daughter, of sister, and of wife, The gentle speech, the balm for all that his vexed soul endures, The kiss, in which he half forgets even such a yoke as yours.
Page 388 - Heap heavier still the fetters; bar closer still the grate; Patient as sheep we yield us up unto your cruel hate. But, by the Shades beneath us, and by the Gods above, Add not unto your cruel hate your yet more cruel love!
Page 270 - s great or little, wise or wild ? Whose game was empires, and whose stakes were thrones? Whose table earth — whose dice were human bones ? Behold the grand result in yon lone isle, And, as thy nature urges, weep or smile.
Page 390 - The fierce shouts of the Germans pealed through the gloom of the forests, and in thronging multitudes they assailed the flanks of the invaders, pouring in clouds of darts on the encumbered legionaries, as they struggled up the glens or floundered in the morasses...
Page 432 - When his will was opened, it was found that he had left...
Page 133 - A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing...
Page 192 - MAN hath a weary pilgrimage As through the world he wends, On every stage from youth to age Still discontent attends ; With heaviness he casts his eye Upon the road before, And still remembers with a sigh The days that are no more.