The Prose Workd of Mrs. Ellis: The poetry of life. Pictures of private life (first and second series) A voice from the vintageLangley, 1844 |
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... mother's heart can inspire ; -these are all poetical . It is not true that the poet paints a life which does not exist ; he only extracts and concen- trates , as it were , life's ethercal essence ; arrests and condenses its volatile ...
... mother's heart can inspire ; -these are all poetical . It is not true that the poet paints a life which does not exist ; he only extracts and concen- trates , as it were , life's ethercal essence ; arrests and condenses its volatile ...
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... mother's , " we know at once why a book approved by a mother's judgment should be valued by a child ; but when we hear any one say , " I prefer this room , this table , or this chair , to all others , because they be- longed to my mother ...
... mother's , " we know at once why a book approved by a mother's judgment should be valued by a child ; but when we hear any one say , " I prefer this room , this table , or this chair , to all others , because they be- longed to my mother ...
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... mother's custom to take away his candle every night — perhaps to breathe a prayer at his bed side . As he laid his head upon the pillow , he saw the light standing as usual , but no gentle form approached , and in an instant he felt the ...
... mother's custom to take away his candle every night — perhaps to breathe a prayer at his bed side . As he laid his head upon the pillow , he saw the light standing as usual , but no gentle form approached , and in an instant he felt the ...
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... mother's eye to read there the confirmation of her strange tones of anger or reproof , and if there is no con- demnation in that oracle of truth , he feels that her words are but empty threats , re- turns to his gambols , and laughs ...
... mother's eye to read there the confirmation of her strange tones of anger or reproof , and if there is no con- demnation in that oracle of truth , he feels that her words are but empty threats , re- turns to his gambols , and laughs ...
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... mother seem fully to confirm . The toad , save for the " precious jewel in his head , " can scarcely be called poetical , though not unfrequenty found in verse as a striking similitude for the extreme of ugliness , as well as for a ...
... mother seem fully to confirm . The toad , save for the " precious jewel in his head , " can scarcely be called poetical , though not unfrequenty found in verse as a striking similitude for the extreme of ugliness , as well as for a ...
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88 psl. - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
159 psl. - twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war : to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt : the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake ; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar : graves, at my command, Have wak'd their sleepers ; op'd, and let them forth By my so potent art...
136 psl. - At her feet he bowed, he fell, he lay down : at her feet he bowed, he fell ; where he bowed, there he fell down dead.
83 psl. - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
134 psl. - But he himself went a day's journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a juniper tree: and he requested for himself that he might die; and said, It is enough; now, O Lord, take away my life ; for I am not better than my fathers.
85 psl. - Awake, /Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take ; The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
134 psl. - And Rizpah the daughter of Aiah took sackcloth, and spread it for her upon the rock, from the beginning of harvest until water dropped upon them out of heaven, and suffered neither the birds of the air to rest on them by day, nor the beasts of the field by night.
166 psl. - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amourist, or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite ; nor to be obtained by the invocation of Dame Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom He pleases.
81 psl. - SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night ! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where all the long and lone daylight Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight ! Wrap thy form in a mantle gray, Star-inwrought ! Blind with thine hair the eyes of day, Kiss her until she be wearied out, Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land, Touching all with thine opiate wand.
85 psl. - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.