Other editions - View all
appeared Arundel asked beauty Bribeworth brother called character church Clara dear delight exclaimed eyes face fancy father Faust feel Frere genius give Godfrey Goethe Grandeville hand happy Harry Sumner heard heart Helys Heremon honour hope human Ith-Einar Jane Kate Wyllys kind king Lady Agnes laugh Le Tartuffe Leicester Leigh Hunt letter Lewis lived look Lord Lord Clifton Lucy Madeline manner matter Maurice Melissa mind Molière morning mother Mount Serbal nature never night noble once passed passion Perigord person Pippa passes poet poor present prince Quebec reader Rembrandt replied returned Roakes Rose Sackville College scarcely scene seemed Shakspeare sister smile soul speak spirit stood strange sure Surrey tell thee things thought tion told tone truth uncle voice Vortigern whole William Henry Ireland woman word young
Page 202 - Whosoever drinketh of this water shall thirst again. But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him, shall never thirst: but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life.
Page 123 - DAY ! Faster and more fast, O'er night's brim, day boils at last; Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim Where spurting and suppressed it lay ; For not a froth-flake touched the rim Of yonder gap in the solid gray Of the eastern cloud, an hour away ; But forth one wavelet, then another, curled, Till the whole sunrise, not to be suppressed, Rose, reddened, and its seething breast Flickered...
Page 181 - Discoursed with Mr. Hooke about the nature of sounds, and he did make me understand the nature of musicall sounds made by strings, mighty prettily; and told me that having come to a certain number of vibrations proper to make any tone, he is able to tell how many strokes a fly makes with her wings, those flies that hum in their flying, by the note that it answers to in musique, during their flying. That, I suppose, is a little too much refined; but his discourse in general of sound was mighty fine.
Page 228 - Be not weary in well-doing, for in due season ye shall reap, if ye faint not.
Page 16 - Oh that my words were now written ! oh that they were printed in a book! That they were graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock for ever!
Page 164 - Oh, what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame, I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart : I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.
Page 213 - ... as if there were sought in knowledge a couch whereupon to rest a searching and restless spirit; or a terrace for a wandering and variable mind to walk up and down with a fair prospect; or a tower of state, for a proud mind to raise itself upon; or a fort or commanding ground, for strife and contention; or a shop, for profit or sale; and not a rich storehouse for the glory of the Creator and the relief of man's estate.
Page 22 - The Moor is of a free and open nature, That thinks men honest, that but seem to be so ; And will as tenderly be led by the nose, As asses are.