Exhibition of the Royal AcademyThe Academy, 1889 |
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... Annie E. Bowler . John Carlaw . Mary L. Waller . Duddingstone Herdman . Charles Eyles . .. William F. Hulk . Sir F. Leighton , Bart . , P.R.A. Edward J. Poynter , R.A. C. E. Perugini . .. .. .. .. .. 191 — MADAME Haas 192 - DOWN BY THE ...
... Annie E. Bowler . John Carlaw . Mary L. Waller . Duddingstone Herdman . Charles Eyles . .. William F. Hulk . Sir F. Leighton , Bart . , P.R.A. Edward J. Poynter , R.A. C. E. Perugini . .. .. .. .. .. 191 — MADAME Haas 192 - DOWN BY THE ...
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... Annie E. Bowler . .. 572 - WATCHING THE BRITISH FLEET DOWN CHANNEL , August 1888 Arthur Burrington . 573 - THE LAST LEAVES OF AUTUMN Thomas Ireland . 574 - MRS . ALEXANDER HUTH 575- " " THE LAST BRIGHT BEAMS GLORIOUS DAY " .. Otto ...
... Annie E. Bowler . .. 572 - WATCHING THE BRITISH FLEET DOWN CHANNEL , August 1888 Arthur Burrington . 573 - THE LAST LEAVES OF AUTUMN Thomas Ireland . 574 - MRS . ALEXANDER HUTH 575- " " THE LAST BRIGHT BEAMS GLORIOUS DAY " .. Otto ...
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... Annie S. Miles . William Palmer . G. Lawrence Bulleid . Horatio Hollingdale . 818 - STUDY OF WHITE ORCHIDS 819 - THE THAMES NEAR HENLEY 820 - CAMELLIAS .. 821 - DAY - DREAMS .. C. H. H. Macartney . .. Margaret Willson . ..Henry J ...
... Annie S. Miles . William Palmer . G. Lawrence Bulleid . Horatio Hollingdale . 818 - STUDY OF WHITE ORCHIDS 819 - THE THAMES NEAR HENLEY 820 - CAMELLIAS .. 821 - DAY - DREAMS .. C. H. H. Macartney . .. Margaret Willson . ..Henry J ...
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... Annie Ward . Lawrence T. Ashweli . Catherine M. Nichols . .. .. A. Harvey Moore . Thomas W. Cafe . 1045 - EVENING ON THE BROAD 1046 - A LEIGH SHORE : Essex 1047 — THE GIFT .. 1048 - A NEW FOREST ROAD 1049 - FRESH FROM THE GREENHOUSE ...
... Annie Ward . Lawrence T. Ashweli . Catherine M. Nichols . .. .. A. Harvey Moore . Thomas W. Cafe . 1045 - EVENING ON THE BROAD 1046 - A LEIGH SHORE : Essex 1047 — THE GIFT .. 1048 - A NEW FOREST ROAD 1049 - FRESH FROM THE GREENHOUSE ...
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... Annie Dixon . .. Annie Dixon . .. 1606 - MRS . COLT , of Gartsherrie 1607 - TREVOR , eldest son of Henry S. Hume , Esq . ... 1608 - GREEN AND GOLD 1609 - MRS . DAWSON .. .. Annie Dixon . Georgina Ball - Hughes . A. Jane Harrison ...
... Annie Dixon . .. Annie Dixon . .. 1606 - MRS . COLT , of Gartsherrie 1607 - TREVOR , eldest son of Henry S. Hume , Esq . ... 1608 - GREEN AND GOLD 1609 - MRS . DAWSON .. .. Annie Dixon . Georgina Ball - Hughes . A. Jane Harrison ...
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Página 23 - Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole ! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, That slid into my soul.
Página 28 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still, through all the song: And, where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close, And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair.
Página 121 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening
Página 46 - And one, an English home— gray twilight pour'd On dewy pastures, dewy trees, Softer than sleep — all things in order stored, A haunt of ancient Peace.
Página 11 - Nicholas ! the big drum makes reply : Ere this hath Lucas marched with his gallant cavaliers, And the bray of Rupert's trumpets grows fainter on our ears.
Página 20 - ... magazine from being possessed by him would likewise prevent any possible rupture into arms. He was now in great confusion ; and calling some of the chief magistrates and other officers together to consult, they persuaded him not to suffer the king to enter into the town. And his majesty coming within an hour after his messenger, found the gates - shut, and the bridges drawn, and the walls manned ; all things being in a readiness for the reception of an enemy.
Página 68 - That day I oft remember, when from sleep I first awaked, and found myself reposed Under a shade on flowers, much wondering where And what I was, whence thither brought, and how. Not distant far from thence a murmuring sound Of waters issued from a cave, and spread Into a liquid...
Página 69 - Let us die for our king Maria Theresa. You may think it remarkable that they should thus speak of the empress as the king, and not as the queen, of Hungary : but the reason is, that they were a people somewhat too rude...
Página 81 - Now came still evening on, and twilight grey Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung , Silence was...
Página 11 - Rupert's trumpets grows fainter on our ears. To horse. to horse, Sir Nicholas ! White Guy is at the door, And the vulture whets his beak o'er the field of Marston Moor. Up rose the Lady Alice from her brief and broken prayer, And she brought a silken standard down the narrow turret stair. Oh, many were the tears that those radiant eyes had shed, As she worked the bright word " Glory " in the gay and glancing thread ; And mournful was the smile that o'er those beauteous features ran, As she said,...