Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Том 2Richard Bentley, 1857 - 376 стор. |
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... Look at a wooden spire , and your companion shakes his head , and says that it has been so ever since the Cavaliers were blown up in the church - tower ! Ask the history of a crumbling wall , and the answer is pretty sure to be ...
... Look at a wooden spire , and your companion shakes his head , and says that it has been so ever since the Cavaliers were blown up in the church - tower ! Ask the history of a crumbling wall , and the answer is pretty sure to be ...
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... look of a bed of roses . And now we reach the gate that admits us down a steep descent to the Rectory - house , a large substan- tial mansion , covered with Banksia roses , and finely placed upon a natural terrace — a fertile valley ...
... look of a bed of roses . And now we reach the gate that admits us down a steep descent to the Rectory - house , a large substan- tial mansion , covered with Banksia roses , and finely placed upon a natural terrace — a fertile valley ...
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... look at the poor king's last prison , that he just makes the one turn necessary to show the working of the machine , and then stops of his own accord . The donkeys at Grays , kept for use and not for show , have not had a similar ...
... look at the poor king's last prison , that he just makes the one turn necessary to show the working of the machine , and then stops of his own accord . The donkeys at Grays , kept for use and not for show , have not had a similar ...
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... look . An elegant and accurate critic , Sir Egerton Brydges , has pointed out a singular coincidence between an illustration employed by Lovelace and a line for which Lord Byron has been , as it seems to me , unjustly censured in the ...
... look . An elegant and accurate critic , Sir Egerton Brydges , has pointed out a singular coincidence between an illustration employed by Lovelace and a line for which Lord Byron has been , as it seems to me , unjustly censured in the ...
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... Upon such looks as those ; A marble wall , then , build about , Beset , without a door , But , if thou let thy heart fly out , I'll never love thee more . Let not their oaths , like volleys shot , Make 20 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
... Upon such looks as those ; A marble wall , then , build about , Beset , without a door , But , if thou let thy heart fly out , I'll never love thee more . Let not their oaths , like volleys shot , Make 20 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
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Сторінка 342 - STUDIES serve for delight, for ornament, and for ability. Their chief use for delight is in privateness and retiring; for ornament is in discourse; and for ability is in the judgment and disposition of business...
Сторінка 43 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Сторінка 203 - Since There's No Help Since there's no help. come let us kiss and part: Nay. I have done: you get no more of me. And I am glad. yea. glad with all my heart. That thus so cleanly I myself can free: Shake hands for ever. cancel all our vows. And when we meet at any time again. Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath. When. his pulse failing. passion speechless lies. When faith is kneeling by his bed of death. And innocence...
Сторінка 40 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower. Like a glowworm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view.
Сторінка 40 - What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
Сторінка 198 - The Western wind was wild and dank with foam, And all alone went she. The creeping tide came up along the sand, And o'er and o'er the sand, And round and round the sand, As far as eye could see; The blinding mist came down and hid the land; And never home came she.
Сторінка 197 - Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Сторінка 43 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Сторінка 346 - ... our sage and serious poet Spenser, whom I dare be known to think a better teacher than Scotus or Aquinas, describing true temperance under the person of Guion, brings him in with his Palmer through the cave of Mammon, and the bower of earthly bliss, that he might see and know, and yet abstain.
Сторінка 326 - What wondrous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head ; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine ; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach ; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.