The New Timon: A Romance of LondonCarey and Hart, 1846 - 208 pages |
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Page 86 - Watch'd, through the hush, the Earth's young mother — Spring ! Calm from the lattice shot a steady ray ; \ Calm on the sward its silvery lustre lay ; And reach'd, to glad, the glancing waves at play. I stood and gazed within the quiet room ; — Gazed on her cheek ; — there, spring had lost its bloom ! Alone she sate ! — Alone ! — that worn-out word, So idly spoken, and so coldly heard ; Yet all that poets sing, and grief hath known, Of hope laid waste, knells in that word — ALONE ! " Who...
Page 34 - All at rest now — all dust ! — wave flows on wave ; But the sea dries not ! — what to us the grave ? It brings no real homily, we sigh, Pause for awhile and murmur, " all must die !" Then rush to pleasure, action, sin once more, Swell the loud tide, and fret unto the shore.
Page 37 - Nor gout, nor toil, his freshness can destroy, And Time still leaves all Eton in the boy; First in the class, and keenest in the ring, He saps like Gladstone, and he fights like Spring...
Page 40 - Dim to all else, but to ourselves the sun; And still, to each, some poor, obscurest life, Breathes all the bliss, or kindles all the strife. Wake up the countless dead! — ask every ghost Whose influence tortured or consoled the most: How each pale spectre of the host would turn From the fresh laurel and the glorious urn, To point, where rots beneath a nameless stone, Some heart in which had ebb'd and flow'd its own! What marvel then that sad Calantha's eye Roved listless o'er the nobler passers-by?
Page 37 - One after one, the Lords of Time advance; Here Stanley meets — how Stanley scorns ! — the glance. The brilliant chief, irregularly great, Frank, haughty, rash, the Rupert of Debate ; Nor gout nor toil his freshness can destroy, And time still leaves all Eton in the boy.
Page 183 - Thou ask'st why Christ, so lenient to the deed, So sternly claims the faith which founds the creed ; Because, reposed in faith the soul has calm ; The hope a haven and the wound a balm ; Because the light, dim seen in Reason's dream, On all alike, through faith alone, could stream. God...
Page 38 - Next cool, and all unconscious of reproach, Comes the calm "Johnny who upset the coach."* How formed to lead, if not too proud to please, — His fame would fire you, but his manners freeze. Like or dislike, he does not care a jot; He wants your vote, but your affection not; Yet human hearts need sun, as well as oats, — So cold a climate plays the deuce with votes.
Page 6 - And low the form, tho' lightly shaped the limb ; Yet life glowed vigorous in that deep-set eye, With a calm force that dared you to defy; And the small foot was planted on the stone Firm as a gnome's upon his mountain throne ; Simple his garb, yet what the wealthy wear, And conscious power gave lordship to his air. Lone in the Babel thus the maid and man ; Long he gazed silent, and at last began : — "Poor, homeless outcast — dost thou see me stand Close by thy side — yet beg not? Stretch thy...
Page 29 - was not mirth, for mirth she was too still ; It was not wit, wit leaves the heart more chill; But that continuous sweetness, which, with ease, Pleases all round it, from the wish to please.
Page 148 - ... and did so. Mrs. Graham, Mrs. Bruce, Belle and the lieutenant, went also in another vehicle; and Emily and Gertrude, according to their original intention, took a different direction, and, driving white Charlie in the old-fashioned buggy, rejoiced in their quiet independence. Chapter XXXI Sporting at will, and moulding sport to art, With that sad holiness — the human heart.