Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Том 1 |
З цієї книги
Результати 1-5 із 38
Сторінка 12
Kyng Estmere threwe the harpe asyde , And swith he drew his brand ; And
Estinere he , and Adler yonge , Right stiff in stour can stand , And aye their
swordes soe sore can byte , Through help of gramarye , That soon they have
slayne the ...
Kyng Estmere threwe the harpe asyde , And swith he drew his brand ; And
Estinere he , and Adler yonge , Right stiff in stour can stand , And aye their
swordes soe sore can byte , Through help of gramarye , That soon they have
slayne the ...
Сторінка 17
Surely this is the sort of poetry that ought to be popular - to be sung in our concert
- rooms , and set to such airs as should be played on barrel - organs through our
streets , suggesting the words and the sentiments as soon as the first notes of ...
Surely this is the sort of poetry that ought to be popular - to be sung in our concert
- rooms , and set to such airs as should be played on barrel - organs through our
streets , suggesting the words and the sentiments as soon as the first notes of ...
Сторінка 35
... and accomplished his task with that success which so frequently waits upon a
sudden inspiration . It is remarkable that the good farnier , whose hearty cordial
kindness I shall not soon forget , has kept in a manner most unusual the promise
...
... and accomplished his task with that success which so frequently waits upon a
sudden inspiration . It is remarkable that the good farnier , whose hearty cordial
kindness I shall not soon forget , has kept in a manner most unusual the promise
...
Сторінка 40
loved to see the gushing of that cool clear sparkling spring , plashing over the
huge stones that seemed meant to restrain it , sporting in pools and eddies , and
lost almost as soon as it wells from the carth amid the waters of the silver Thames
.
loved to see the gushing of that cool clear sparkling spring , plashing over the
huge stones that seemed meant to restrain it , sporting in pools and eddies , and
lost almost as soon as it wells from the carth amid the waters of the silver Thames
.
Сторінка 49
... all over before I was twelve years old , and was thus made a poet . “ With these
affections of mind , and my heart wholly set upon letters , I went to the University ;
VOL . I . but was soon torn from thence by that violent public A LITERARY LIFE .
... all over before I was twelve years old , and was thus made a poet . “ With these
affections of mind , and my heart wholly set upon letters , I went to the University ;
VOL . I . but was soon torn from thence by that violent public A LITERARY LIFE .
Відгуки відвідувачів - Написати рецензію
Не знайдено жодних рецензій.
Інші видання - Показати все
Загальні терміни та фрази
admirable appeared beautiful better bright brought called character charming dead dear death delight doubt English eyes face fair fall father fear feeling field flowers gave give grace half hand happy head hear heard heart hope horse hour kind King knew Kyng lady learned leave less light live London look Lord means mind morning nature never night o'er once passed perhaps person play pleasure poems poet poor rise rose round seemed seen short side smile song soon sound stand story sure sweet tell thee things thou thought took town trees true turned verse walk whole writer young
Популярні уривки
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...
Бібліографічна інформація
| Назва | Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Том 1 Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Mary Russell Mitford |
| Автор | Mary Russell Mitford |
| Видавець | Richard Bentley, 1857 |
| Оригінал із | Оксфордський університет |
| Оцифровано | 8 сер. 2007 |
| Обсяг | 376 стор. |
| Експортувати бібліографічний опис | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |