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Page 178 - My profession and I, therefore, came to stand nearly upon the footing which honest Slender consoled himself on having established with Mistress Anne Page : " There was no great love between us at the beginning, and it pleased Heaven to decrease it on further acquaintance...
Page 222 - In the little studio which the artist was about to leave, stood Hope, before the uncovered " Jason." It was a life's moment in Thorwaldsen's, and, consequently, in the history of art. The rich stranger had been conducted there by a hired guide ; for Canova had said that " Jason" was a work in a new and gigantic style.
Page 31 - They that go down to the sea in ships and occupy their business in the great waters, these men see the works of the Lord and his wonders in the deep !'* * Psalm cvii.
Page 126 - Song" (a touching and finely appropriate piece of four stanzas, each containing six lines), written by Oehlenschloeger himself, and thus sung with surpassing effect over his inanimate remains. Alas ! it could not " ope the dull, cold ear of death ;" but who can say that the poet's freed spirit did not drink in the upward-floating melody ? Prior to the procession leaving the church, which it did about one o'clock PM, myself and some friends wended our way towards the spot, destined to be the last...
Page 11 - way is in the sea," and "whose paths are in the great waters ;" who "speaks in tempests," and " who walks on the wings of the wind.
Page 134 - There is no regular burial service read at funerals in Denmark, the clergymen delivering an appropriate extempore discourse instead ; but words, equivalent to our " earth to earth" are invariably used when the first handful is thrown in. Many sobs broke from manly breasts, and many tears were shed both by stern and gentle eyes, when the first clod rattled on the coffin of Oehlenschlceger.
Page 221 - Danes of our fleet ; but, in our just indignation and bitterness thereat, we will remember that it was an Englishman who rescued for us, and our land's greatness — thee, Albert Thorvaldsen ! An Englishman it was, who, by the will of Providence, raised for us more than towers and spires; who cast more honour and glory around the nation's name, than all the ships of the land, with flag and cannon, could thunder forth, — it was the Englishman, Thomas Hope, Esq. In the little studio which the artist...
Page 106 - That is— Praised be God ! our Lord, to whom Be love, praise, and honour. I will now give the literal version, printed exactly in the same arrangement of lines, letters, and punctuation, as the original : — COPENHAGEN WATCHMEN'S SONG. EIGHT O'CLOCK. When darkness blinds the Earth, And the day declines, That time then us reminds Of death's dark grave ; Shine on us, Jesus sweet, At every step To the grave-place,* And grant a blissful death. NINB O'CLOCK. Now the day strides down, And the night rolls...
Page 114 - ... that the sources of the comic and the terrible — of laughter and of tears — lie very close together ; and that nearly all truly first-rate poets have possessed the power of almost equally exciting these apparently opposite emotions. So wondrous was the mastery of Shakspeare over the twain, that to this day it is undecided whether he excelled most in tragedy or comedy. But...