Little Journeys to the Homes of Good Men and Great: By Elbert HubbardG.P. Putnam's Sons, 1895 - 366 стор. |
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American artist asked beautiful Boots brother called castle Charles Dickens Chelsea church Claude Lorraine corner cottage dead door Dove Cottage dream earnest Ecclefechan England fact father flowers gave genius gentle George Eliot Gladstone grave Green Arbor Green Arbor Court hand happy Hawkins heart honor hundred Ireland J. M. W. TURNER JOHN RUSKIN JONATHAN SWIFT knew lady landlady letters Lewes lived London looked ment Miss Evans monument mother never night OLIVER GOLDSMITH once Painting passed picture plain play poet rich Ruskin seen Shakespeare smiled soul Stairs stands stone stood street sure sweet talk tell Thackeray things THOMAS CARLYLE thou thought tion told took Victor Hugo Victor Lahorie village W. M. THACKERAY walked wall wife woman women word Wordsworth write wrote young
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Сторінка 299 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
Сторінка 299 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain.
Сторінка 186 - Even such a shell the universe itself Is to the ear of Faith ; and there are times, I doubt not, when to you it doth impart Authentic tidings of invisible things; Of ebb and flow, and ever-during power; And central peace, subsisting at the heart Of endless agitation.
Сторінка 323 - This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve By his loved mansionry that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed The air is delicate.
Сторінка 227 - But I have understanding as well as you; I am not inferior to you: yea, who knoweth not such things as these?
Сторінка 307 - I received one morning a message from poor Goldsmith that he was in great distress, and as it was not in his power to come to me, begging that I would come to him as soon as possible. I sent him a guinea, and promised to come to him directly. I accordingly went as soon as I was dressed, and found that his landlady had arrested him for his rent, at which he was in a violent passion. I perceived that he had already changed my guinea, and had got a bottle of Madeira and a glass before him. I put the...
Сторінка 297 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please...
Сторінка 316 - I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation ; nor the musician's which is fantastical ; nor the courtier's, which is proud ; nor the soldier's, which is ambitious ; nor the lawyer's, which is politic ; nor the lady's, which is nice ; nor the lover's, which is all these : but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and, indeed, the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
Сторінка 16 - One comfort is, that great men, taken up in any way, are profitable company. We cannot look, however imperfectly, upon a great man, without gaining something by him. He is the living light-fountain, which it is good and pleasant to be near.
Сторінка 308 - I put the cork in the bottle, desired he would be calm, and began to talk to him of the means by which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me. I looked into it and saw its merit ; told the landlady I should soon return ; and, having gone to a bookseller, sold it for sixty pounds.