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... poem , Timbuctoo . In 1830 he left Cambridge , feeling that the training he received there was not of much practical value . From his father he inherited about twenty thousand pounds , and not wishing to become a lawyer , which ...
... poem , Timbuctoo . In 1830 he left Cambridge , feeling that the training he received there was not of much practical value . From his father he inherited about twenty thousand pounds , and not wishing to become a lawyer , which ...
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... poem contributed by Mrs. Browning , on the ground of its immorality . This , as Mr. Birrell says of Swinburne's taking Carlyle to task for indelicacy , " has an oddity all its own . " Thackeray felt that his sub- scribers would object ...
... poem contributed by Mrs. Browning , on the ground of its immorality . This , as Mr. Birrell says of Swinburne's taking Carlyle to task for indelicacy , " has an oddity all its own . " Thackeray felt that his sub- scribers would object ...
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... poets , receives the famous Irishman , and takes off his hat to him with a bow of surly recognition , scans him from head to foot , and passes over to the other side of the street . Doctor 10 ( afterwards Sir W. R. ) Wilde of Dublin ...
... poets , receives the famous Irishman , and takes off his hat to him with a bow of surly recognition , scans him from head to foot , and passes over to the other side of the street . Doctor 10 ( afterwards Sir W. R. ) Wilde of Dublin ...
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... poems , the vilest I ever saw ; but I have given their names to my man , never to let them see me . " - Journal to Stella . 35 The following curious paragraph illustrates the life of a courtier : - " Did I ever tell you that the Lord ...
... poems , the vilest I ever saw ; but I have given their names to my man , never to let them see me . " - Journal to Stella . 35 The following curious paragraph illustrates the life of a courtier : - " Did I ever tell you that the Lord ...
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... poem of courtly condolence , from which we have quoted a few lines of mock melancholy , he breaks out of the funereal procession with a mad . shriek , as it were , and rushes away crying his own grief , cursing his own fate , foreboding ...
... poem of courtly condolence , from which we have quoted a few lines of mock melancholy , he breaks out of the funereal procession with a mad . shriek , as it were , and rushes away crying his own grief , cursing his own fate , foreboding ...
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Сторінка 186 - And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying all abroad?
Сторінка 86 - Tis not in mortals to command success, But we'll do more, Sempronius; we'll deserve it.
Сторінка 287 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Сторінка 287 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose. I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt and all I saw...
Сторінка 186 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease : Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Сторінка 274 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, ' • But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Сторінка 287 - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly...
Сторінка 136 - When I look upon the Tombs of the Great, every Emotion of Envy dies in me; when I read the Epitaphs of the Beautiful, every inordinate Desire goes out...
Сторінка 136 - When I see kings lying by those who deposed them, when I consider rival wits placed side by side, or the holy men that divided the world with their contests and disputes, I reflect with sorrow and astonishment on the little competitions, factions, and debates of mankind.
Сторінка 274 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.