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She kept her eyes on the rocky point when he disappeared, awaiting his return; and the sun went over her head and sank on the yon-side of the mountain, and it was by the beams of the moon that she beheld Shibli Bagarag dropping from the crags and ledges of rock, sliding and steadying himself downward till he reached her with the phial in his hand, filled; and he was radiant, as it were divine with freshness, so that Noorna, before she spoke welcome to him, was lost in contemplating the warm shine of his visage, calling to mind the poet's words: The wealth of light in sun and moon, All nature's wealth, Hath mortal beauty for a boon When match'd with health.
'Hearts like our's were pair'd not match'd. "These were, at first, spontaneous emotions, though, becoming acquainted with men of wit and polished manners, I could not sometimes help regretting my early marriage; and that, in my haste to escape from a temporary dependence, and expand my newly fledged wings, in an unknown sky, I had been caught in a trap, and caged for life.
The tones of its voice were peculiarly deep. It answered the description of Shakspeare: "So flewed, so sanded; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd, like Thessalian bulls; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each." It was the slowness of the breed which occasioned its disuse.
I touch'd my limbs, the limbs Were strange not mine and yet no shade of doubt, But utter clearness, and thro' loss of Self The gain of such large life as match'd with ours Were Sun to spark unshadowable in words, Themselves but shadows of a shadow-world." The poet's habit of "Revolving in myself The word that is the symbol of myself"
She kept her eyes on the rocky point when he disappeared, awaiting his return; and the sun went over her head and sank on the yon-side of the mountain, and it was by the beams of the moon that she beheld Shibli Bagarag dropping from the crags and ledges of rock, sliding and steadying himself downward till he reached her with the phial in his hand, filled; and he was radiant, as it were divine with freshness, so that Noorna, before she spoke welcome to him, was lost in contemplating the warm shine of his visage, calling to mind the poet's words: The wealth of light in sun and moon, All nature's wealth, Hath mortal beauty for a boon When match'd with health.
I must sound the praise Of him hath turn'd this crabbed work in such heroic phrase. What wit would not court martyrdom to hold Upon his head a laurel of gold, Where for each rich conceit a Pumpion-pearl is told: III. And such a one is this, art's masterpiece, A thing ne'er equall'd by old Greece: A thing ne'er match'd as yet, a real Golden Fleece.
It reminds one of Coleridge and his "the Devil did grin, for his darling sin Is the pride that apes humility." Swift was conscious of the incongruity of the name, as witness the lines, "The Deanery House may well be match'd, Under correction, with the Thatch'd." As a matter of fact the tavern was of the highest class and greatly in repute with the leaders of society and fashion.
But the singularity of this case is, that the third Horse, whom he calls Pedasus , was absolutely a common Horse, and of no blood. Here I beg leave to make use of Mr. Pope's words, who, in his translation, speaking of those Horse, says thus: "Who like in strength, in swiftness, and in grace, "A mortal courser match'd th'immortal race."
The Christian world suffers incalculable loss by neglecting suitable opportunities for such communications, which might be eminently conducive to the great purposes of mutual comfort and instruction; for " What are ages and the lapse of time, Match'd against truths, as lasting as sublime?
'Not in glad nuptials ends the day. 'What is thy purpose with us? say! 'Unto my Father I have crossed For tidings of my Mother lost. ORSO. 'Thy mother dead! CAMILLA. 'She lives! MICHIELLA. 'Thou liest! The tablets of the tomb defiest! The Fates denounce, the Furies chase The wretch who lies in Reason's face. CAMILLA. 'Fly, then; for we are match'd to try Which is the idiot, thou or I'
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