The Diary of an EnnuyéeTicknor and Fields, 1866 - 341 páginas |
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Página 270 - Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife, He would have written sonnets all his life?
Página 197 - Even be it so ; yet still among your tribe, Our daily world's true Worldlings, rank not me ! Children are blest, and powerful; their world lies More justly balanced ; partly at their feet, And part far from them : sweetest melodies Are those that are by distance made more sweet; Whose mind is but the mind of his own eyes, He is a slave; the meanest we can meet!
Página 340 - Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
Página 106 - And daily lose what I desire to keep : Yet rather would I instantly decline To the traditionary sympathies Of a most rustic ignorance, and take A fearful apprehension from the owl Or death-watch : and as readily rejoice, If two auspicious magpies crossed my way ; — To this would rather bend than see and hear The repetitions wearisome of sense, Where soul is dead, and feeling hath no place...
Página 78 - England, and were regarded with equal indifference. Sometimes we saw in the vineyards by the road-side, groups of laborers seated among the branches of the trees, and plucking grapes from the vines, which were trailed gracefully from tree to tree and from branch to branch, and drooped with their luxurious burden of fruit. The scene would have been as perfectly delightful, as it was new and beautiful, but for the squalid looks of the peasantry ; more especially of the women. The principal productions...
Página 278 - ... thrice-blessed, prosperous, and comfort-loving nation in civilization and morals : if I were come among them as a resident, this picture might alarm me : situated as I am, a nameless sort of person, a mere bird of passage, it concerns me not. I am not come to spy out the nakedness of the land, but to implore from her healing airs and lucid skies the health and peace I have lost, and to worship as a pilgrim at the tomb of her departed glories. I have not many opportunities of studying the national...
Página 131 - The young barefooted friar, with his dark lanthorn, and his black eyes flashing from under his cowl, who acted as our cicerone, was in picturesque unison with the scene; but— more than one murder having lately been committed among the labyrinthine recesses of the ruin, the government has given orders that every person entering after dusk should be attended by a guard of two soldiers. These fellows therefore necessarily walked close after our heels, smoking, spitting, and spluttering German. Such...
Página 71 - The great poetical genius of our times has openly alienated himself from the land of his brothers," (over the word brothers Lord Byron has written Cains.) " He becomes immortal in the language of a people whom he would contemn, he accepts with ingratitude the fame he loves more than life, and he...
Página 164 - Such strange vicisitudes of temper — such opposite extremes of thinking and feeling, written down at the moment, without noticing the intervening links of circumstances and impressions which led to them, would appear like detraction, if they should meet the eye of any indifferent person — but I think I have taken sufficient precautions against the possibility of such an exposure, and the only eyes which will ever glance over this blotted page, when the hand that writes it is cold, will read,...
Página 46 - ... presence before us, and from the senseless board or canvas, breathe into our hearts a feeling, beyond what the most impassioned eloquence could ever inspire — beyond what mere words can ever render. Last night and the preceding we spent at the Scala. The opera was stupid, and Madame Bellocchi, who is the present prima donna, appeared to me harsh and ungraceful, when compared to. Fodor. The new ballet, however, amply indemnified us for the disappointment. Our Italian friends condoled with us...