Hermit's Dell: From the Diary of a Penciller

J. C. Derby, 1854 - 285 Seiten

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Seite 175 - Not enjoyment and not sorrow. Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today.
Seite 28 - The whole employ of body and of mind. All spread their charms, but charm not all alike; On...
Seite 171 - In soul and aspect as in age : years steal Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb; And life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.
Seite 8 - The rivulet Wanton and wild, through many a green ravine Beneath the forest flowed. Sometimes it fell Among the moss with hollow harmony Dark and profound. Now on the polished stones It danced ; like childhood laughing as it went : Then, through the plain in tranquil wanderings crept, Reflecting every herb and drooping bud That overhung its quietness.
Seite 11 - The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly ; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments.
Seite 195 - Stop and consider! life is but a day; A fragile dew-drop on its perilous way From a tree's summit; a poor Indian's sleep While his boat hastens to the monstrous steep Of Montmorenci. Why so sad a moan? Life is the rose's hope while yet unblown; The reading of an ever-changing tale; The light uplifting of a maiden's veil; A pigeon tumbling in clear summer air; A laughing school-boy, without grief or care Riding the springy branches of an elm.
Seite 198 - O'er churchyard graves, like murderers remorseful. The dark green rings where fairies sit and sup, Crushing the violet dew in the acorn cup : Where by his new-made bride the bride-groom sips, The white moon shimmering on their longing lips ; The large o'erloaded wealthy-looking wains Quietly swaggering home through leafy lanes, Leaving on all low branches as they come, Straws for the birds, ears of the harvest home. Summer's warm soil or winter's cruel...
Seite 175 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time. ******* Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
Seite 47 - MAIDEN ! with the meek, brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies Like the dusk in evening skies ! Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one, As the braided streamlets run ! Standing, with reluctant feet. Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet ! Gazing, with a timid glance.
Seite 112 - Oomer's past policy. It was he who instituted the reforms for the education of women in Egypt. He is the head of this commission. He is detained in Paris by order of the British Government. The British Government does not intend that you shall hear him. You may get him if you can. I do not know whether you can or not. But if you would like to hear a story, the story of Egypt's wrong, you can have no better witness than Mr. Zaghloul.

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