The Autobiography of Leigh Hunt: With Reminiscences of Friends and Contemporaries, and with Thornton Hunt's Introduction and Postscript, Том 2

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A. Constable & Company, 1903

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Сторінка 28 - For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings...
Сторінка 71 - Bags of fiery opals, sapphires, amethysts, Jacinths, hard topaz, grass-green emeralds, Beauteous rubies, sparkling diamonds, And seld-seen costly stones of so great price, As one of them indifferently rated, And of a carat of this quantity, May serve, in peril of calamity, To ransom great kings from captivity...
Сторінка 163 - ... to the brink of which it has conducted him. Religion co-exists, as it were, in the mind of an Italian Catholic with a faith in that of which all men have the most certain knowledge. It is interwoven with the whole fabric of life. It is adoration, faith, submission, penitence, blind admiration ; not a rule for moral conduct. It has no necessary connexion with any one virtue.
Сторінка 35 - Heaven's high road; the gray Dawn, and the Pleiades, before him danced, Shedding sweet influence : less bright the moon, But opposite in levelled west was set, His mirror, with full face borrowing her light From him ; for other light she needed none In that aspect, and still that distance keeps Till night ; then in the east her turn she shines...
Сторінка 19 - Thoughts of great deeds were mine, dear Friend, when first The clouds which wrap this world from youth did pass. I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's sleep : a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why: until there rose From the near school-room, voices, that, alas!
Сторінка 19 - May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why: until there rose From the near school-room, voices, that, alas! Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.
Сторінка 94 - At every turn she made a little stand, And thrust among the thorns her lily hand To draw the rose, and every rose she drew, She shook the stalk, and brushed away the dew : Then party-coloured flowers of white and red She wove, to make a garland for her head...
Сторінка 93 - He was like a spirit that had darted out of its orb, and found itself in another world. I used to tell him that he had come from the planet Mercury.
Сторінка 254 - Memoranda concerning Mr. Leigh Hunt.1'0 1. That Mr. Hunt is a man of the most indisputedly superior worth; a Man of Genius in a very strict sense of that word, and in all the senses which it bears or implies; of brilliant varied gifts, of graceful fertility, of clearness, lovingness, truthfulness; of childlike open character; also of most pure and even exemplary private deportment; a man who can be other than loved only by those who have not seen him, or seen him from a distance through a false medium.
Сторінка 38 - His hair, of a brown colour, was fine, and hung in natural ringlets. The head was a puzzle for the phrenologists, being remarkably small in the skull; a singularity which he had in common with Byron and Shelley, whose hats I could not get on.

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