A Book of HoursForest Press, 1909 - 212 Seiten |
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Antrim Ballycastle beautiful Bernard Barton boat Boulge Bury St called Carlyle Castle century Charles Lamb charm Christ Church Christ Church College College Conor Cumnor Cushendall dear Deirdra delightful East Anglia Edward Elizabeth Bennet English essays Fanny Kemble Fitz Fitzger Fitzgerald flowers friends gardens give Glendalough Glens of Antrim grave Hall hills interest Ireland Irish Island Kemble Kevin Kilfoyle king lake Lamb's Larne legend letters Lisconnel literary lived London look Lord Lough Neagh Magdalen Magdalen Bridge Mary McGurk McMartin miles Moira O'Neill mother Naisi never night Oxford Phelim pleasant poem poet Rachray Rapparees river rock Round Tower sail says sea wrack Seven Glens Shane's Castle shore sing song sons of Usnach story sweet talk tell Temple Tennyson Thackeray thee things thou tion told tree Twas Ulster village walk Wolsey woman writes
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 13 - Did bar me of passage with friendly brawl, And many a luminous jewel lone — Crystals clear or a-cloud with mist, Ruby, garnet and amethyst — Made lures with the lights of streaming stone In the clefts of the hills of Habersham, In the beds of the valleys of Hall. But oh, not the hills of Habersham, And oh, not the valleys of Hall Avail : I am fain for to water the plain. Downward the voices of Duty call — Downward, to toil and be mixed with the main, The dry fields burn, and the mills are to...
Seite 38 - Bartrum father. We are nothing; less than nothing, and dreams. We are only what might have been, and must wait upon the tedious shores of Lethe millions of ages before we have existence, and a name...
Seite 127 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Seite 129 - Their scent, and rustle down their perfumed showers Of bloom on the bent grass where I am laid, And bower me from the August sun with shade ; And the eye travels down to Oxford's towers. And near me on the grass lies Glanvil's book...
Seite 94 - Beautiful city! so venerable, so lovely, so unravaged by the fierce intellectual life of our century so serene! There are our young barbarians all at play! And yet, steeped in sentiment as she lies, spreading her gardens to the moonlight, and whispering from her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Age, who will deny that Oxford, by her ineffable charm, keeps ever calling us nearer to the true goal of...
Seite 25 - Come back into memory, like as thou wert in the dayspring of thy fancies, with hope like a fiery column before thee — the dark pillar not yet turned — Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Logician, Metaphysician, Bard...
Seite 37 - I would scarce now have any of those untoward accidents and events of my life reversed. I would no more alter them than the incidents of some well-contrived novel.
Seite 129 - And roam'd the world with that wild brotherhood, And came, as most men deem'd, to little good, But came to Oxford and his friends no more.
Seite 88 - AWAKE! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight : And Lo ! the Hunter of the East has caught The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.
Seite 2 - She was tumbled early, by accident or design, into a spacious closet of good old English reading, without much selection or prohibition, and browsed at will upon that fair and wholesome pasturage.