The Enchanted Island: The Venice of Titian, and Other Studies in Art

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W.H. Allen & Company, 1888 - 207 страници

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Страница 78 - By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.
Страница 37 - Them hath he filled with wisdom of heart to work all manner of work of the engraver. And of the cunning workman and of the embroiderer, in blue and in purple, in scarlet and in fine linen and of the weaver, even of them that do any work and of those that devise cunning work.
Страница 31 - ... renounce the devil and all his works, and constantly believe God's holy word, and obediently keep his commandments. I demand therefore, DOST thou, in the name of this child, renounce the devil and all his works, the vain pomp and glory of the world, with all covetous desires of the same, and the carnal desires of the flesh, so that thou wilt not follow nor be led by them ? Answ.
Страница 38 - And the Lord spake unto Moses, saying, See, I have called by name Bezaleel the son of Uri, the son of Hur, of the tribe of Judah : and I have filled him with the spirit of God, in wisdom, and in understanding, and in knowledge, and in all manner of workmanship...
Страница 197 - How awesome is this place! This is none other than the house of God; this is the gate of heaven.
Страница 164 - ... for the creation of a master-work of literature two powers must concur, the power of the man and the power of the moment...
Страница 185 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Страница 27 - Lo ! in that house of misery A lady with a lamp I see Pass through the glimmering gloom, And flit from room to room. And slow, as in a dream of bliss, The speechless sufferer turns to kiss Her shadow, as it falls Upon the darkening walls.
Страница 85 - SHE stood breast high amid the corn, Clasped by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won. On her cheek an autumn flush, Deeply ripened ; — such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn.
Страница 67 - But see ! the Virgin blest Hath laid her Babe to rest. Time is our tedious song should here have ending : Heaven's youngest-teemed star 240 Hath fixed her polished car, Her sleeping Lord with handmaid lamp attending ; And all about the courtly stable Bright-harnessed Angels sit in order serviceable.

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