The Victorian Age of English Literature, Volume 1Percival and Company, 1892 |
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Page 100 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Page 100 - And saw, within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold; Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Page 100 - The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blessed, And lo!
Page 290 - Since the author of Tom Jones was buried, no writer of fiction among us has been permitted to depict to his utmost power a MAN.
Page 99 - Tis morn, and never did a lovelier day Salute Ravenna from its leafy bay ; For a warm eve, and gentle rains at night, Have left a sparkling welcome for the light, And April, with his white hands wet with flowers, Dazzles the bridemaids, looking from the towers : Green vineyards and fair orchards, far and near, Glitter with drops ; and heaven is sapphire clear, And the lark rings it, and the pine-trees glow, And...
Page 88 - Surveying from aloft the limpid ford, The massive fane, the sylvan avenue — Whose hospitality I proved myself, A willing leader in no impious war When fame and freedom urged me — or mayst dwell In Reynosas...
Page 238 - ... large tender eyes richly fringed by dark eyelashes, a smile like a sunbeam, and such a look of youthfulness, that I had some difficulty in persuading a friend in whose carriage we went together to Chiswick that the translatress of the Prometheus of Aeschylus, the authoress of the Essay on Mind, was old enough to be introduced into company, in technical language, was out.
Page 44 - ... that was good, or lovely, or lively. It struck me that there was this great difference : Jeffrey, for the most part, entertained us, when books were under discussion, with the detection of faults, blunders, absurdities, or plagiarisms. Scott took up the matter where he left it, recalled some comrjensating beauty or excellence for which no credit had been allowed, and by the recitation, perhaps, of one fine stanza, set the poor victim on his legs again.
Page 166 - There came up a short manly figure, marvellously upright, with a bad neckcloth, and one hand in his waistcoat pocket. Of regular beauty he had little to boast ; but in faces where there is an expression of great power, or of great good humor, or both, you do not regret its absence.
Page 19 - Love's Looking-Glass A Volume of Poems. By the Authors of * Love in Idleness.* ' A little volume of poems entitled " Love in Idleness," was published a few years ago by three Oxford friends— Mr. JW Mackail, Mr. HC Beeching, and Mr. J. BB Nichols — and being speedily appreciated by all lovers of graceful and scholarly versification, it soon went out of print. The three writers now reappear in the same association in