Barbara's History, Volume 3Hurst and Blackett, 1864 - 311 pages |
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Page 15 - There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek — There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Page 40 - That weight of wood, with leathern coat o'erlaid ; Those ample clasps, of solid metal made; The close-press'd leaves, unclosed for many an age ; The dull red edging of the well-fill'd page ; On the broad back the stubborn ridges roll'd, Where yet the title stands in tarnish'd gold...
Page 138 - In fragments, choked up vaults, and frescos steep'd In subterranean damps where the owl peep'd, Deeming it midnight : — Temples, baths, or halls ? Pronounce who can ; for all that Learning reap'd From her research hath been, that these are walls — Behold the Imperial Mount ! 't is thus the mighty falls.
Page 185 - THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES. I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Page 38 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 141 - Now, the very stage was a mere thicket of brambles ; and a little thrush lighted on the altar, while we were sitting by, and filled all the silent space with song. " Passing hence, we came next upon open fields, partly cultivated, and partly cumbered with shapeless mounds of fallen masonry. Here, in the shadow of a gigantic stone pine, we found a sheet of mosaic pavement, glowing with all its marbles in the sun ; and close by, half buried in deep grass, a shattered column of the richest porphyry....
Page 138 - Atride, magis apta tibi tua dona relinquam. Parvum parva decent : mihi jam non regia Roma, Sed vacuum Tibur placet aut imbelle Tarentum.
Page 69 - ... Somerville, on returning to the room, entered immediately upon the subject by alluding to what I had seen. " I am little skilled," said she, " in keeping my feelings to myself. And why should I attempt it, when the cause of my disquietude is so obvious. My poor father " And as she uttered these words, she covered her face with her hands, and burst into an agony of tears.
Page 138 - Yes, you ought to," added Edith. " Oh, what fusses you are ! " cried Brenda, " any one would think that I was a two-year-old baby.
Page 151 - Jack; k surely was not cheating. " I answered, turning away that he might not see the tears in my eyes. "Well, Sue, you see, didn't like to take it; for she's awful generous, if she is poor, and she tried to get it back on me by saying she thought upper, and 'twas only her lips that said lower. She meant upper all the time. She isn't well — Sue isn't. She's little and white, and one potater ain't much...