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152 psl. - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround ; Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure...
272 psl. - When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot.
62 psl. - Clarens! sweet Clarens, birth-place of deep Love! Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought; Thy trees take root in Love; the snows above The very Glaciers have his colours caught, And sun-set into rose-hues sees them wrought S1 By rays which sleep there lovingly...
69 psl. - And slowly rolled her eyes around ; Then drawing in her breath aloud Like one that shuddered, she unbound The cincture from beneath her breast : Her silken robe, and inner vest, Dropt to her feet, and full in view. Behold ! her bosom and half her side A sight to dream of, not to tell...
268 psl. - Charles the First'. I feel too little certainty of the future, and too little satisfaction with regard to the past, to undertake any subject seriously and deeply. I stand, as it were, upon a precipice, which I have ascended with great, and cannot descend without greater, peril, and I am content if the heaven above me is calm for the passing moment.
215 psl. - I fear that, unless his mind can be kept tranquil, little is to be hoped from the mere influence of climate. " But let me not extort anything from your pity. I have just seen a second volume, published by him evidently in careless despair. I have desired my bookseller to send you a copy, and allow me to solicit your especial attention to the fragment of a poem entitled ' Hyperion,' the composition of which was checked by the Review in question.
134 psl. - Inferno," where shall we find your Francesca where the spirit coming over the sea in a boat, like Mars rising from the vapours of the horizon where Matilda gathering flowers, and all the exquisite tenderness, and sensibility, and ideal beauty, in which Dante excelled all poets except Shakspeare ? As to Michael Angelo's Moses but you have a cast of that in England.
147 psl. - This scene was what the Greeks beheld (Pompeii, you know, was a Greek city). They lived in harmony with nature; and the interstices of their incomparable columns were portals, as it were, to admit the spirit of beauty which animates this glorious universe to visit those whom it inspired.
256 psl. - Swiftly gliding in, blushing like a girl, a tall thin stripling held out both his hands; and although I could hardly believe as I looked at his flushed, feminine, and artless face that it could be the Poet, I returned his warm pressure. After the ordinary greetings and courtesies he sat down and listened.