Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Том 1Richard Bentley, 1857 |
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... less than that of my hearers , this display of precocious acquirement was commonly rewarded , not by cakes or sugar - plums , too plentiful in my case to be very greatly cared for , but by a sort of payment in kind . I read leading ...
... less than that of my hearers , this display of precocious acquirement was commonly rewarded , not by cakes or sugar - plums , too plentiful in my case to be very greatly cared for , but by a sort of payment in kind . I read leading ...
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... less than stabbing , Yet stab at thee who will , No stab the soul can kill . WINIFREDA . About the authorship of this beautiful address to conjugal love , there is also much uncertainty . Bishop Percy calls it a " Translation from the ...
... less than stabbing , Yet stab at thee who will , No stab the soul can kill . WINIFREDA . About the authorship of this beautiful address to conjugal love , there is also much uncertainty . Bishop Percy calls it a " Translation from the ...
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... less sanguine than his coadjutors in the success of the experiment . How completely he suc- ceeded there is no need to tell , although nearly all that he has written was the work of one hurried year , thrown off in the midst of a ...
... less sanguine than his coadjutors in the success of the experiment . How completely he suc- ceeded there is no need to tell , although nearly all that he has written was the work of one hurried year , thrown off in the midst of a ...
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... of Lord Orkney , or the magnificent demesne of Sir George Warrender , the verdant lawns of Cliefden . That place also is full of memories . There it was that the famous Duke of Buckingham fought his no less A LITERARY LIFE . 37.
... of Lord Orkney , or the magnificent demesne of Sir George Warrender , the verdant lawns of Cliefden . That place also is full of memories . There it was that the famous Duke of Buckingham fought his no less A LITERARY LIFE . 37.
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Mary Russell Mitford. that the famous Duke of Buckingham fought his no less famous duel with Lord Shrewsbury , whilst the fair countess , dressed rather than disguised , as a page , held the horse of her victorious paramour . We loved to ...
Mary Russell Mitford. that the famous Duke of Buckingham fought his no less famous duel with Lord Shrewsbury , whilst the fair countess , dressed rather than disguised , as a page , held the horse of her victorious paramour . We loved to ...
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Сторінка 325 - UNDERNEATH this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, SIDNEY'S sister, PEMBROKE'S mother ; Death ! ere thou hast slain another, Learn'd and fair, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Сторінка 319 - Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep> Seated in thy silver chair State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
Сторінка 86 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Сторінка 262 - Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle...
Сторінка 237 - for Aix is in sight ! " "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Сторінка 311 - It is accomplished. The deed is done. He retreats, retraces his steps to the window, passes out through it as he came in, and escapes. He has done the murder; no eye has seen him, no ear has heard him. The secret is his own, and it is safe! Ah!
Сторінка 80 - Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint old town of toil and traffic, quaint old town of art and song, Memories haunt thy pointed gables like the rooks that round them throng : Memories of the Middle Ages, when the emperors, rough and bold, Had their dwelling in thy castle, time-defying, centuries old ; And thy brave and thrifty burghers boasted, in their uncouth rhyme, That their great imperial city stretched its hand...
Сторінка 262 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Сторінка 192 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring! As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew Ne'er to be found again.
Сторінка 234 - Will't please you sit and look at her? I said "Fra Pandolf" by design, for never read Strangers like you that pictured countenance, The depth and passion of its earnest glance, But to myself they turned (since none puts by The curtain I have...