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The borough, continued. Occasional pieces. The world of dreams. Tales
Повний перегляд - 1851
appear attend beauty behold cause character child cold comfort cried dead delight doubt dread dream duty early ease face fair fancy fate father fear feel felt foes fond force gave give grace grave grew grief grieved hand happy hear heard heart hope hour humble kind knew lady land light live look look'd lord lost lover maid manners mean meet mind move nature never o'er once pain pass'd passion peace pity pleasure poet poor praise prepared pride reason rest round scene scorn seem'd seen sense shame silent smile soon soul speak spirit strong sweet TALE thee things thou thought told trembling true truth wish young youth
Сторінка 135 - To the very moment that he bade me tell it; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i...
Сторінка 48 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the playplace of our early days ; The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
Сторінка 225 - I have heard of your paintings too, well enough ; God hath given you one face and you make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance.
Сторінка 205 - Yes, I am proud ; I must be proud to see Men, not afraid of God, afraid of me ; Safe from the bar, the pulpit, and the throne, Yet touch'd and sham'd by ridicule alone.
Сторінка 10 - I waked one morning in the beginning of last June from a dream, of which all I could recover was, that I had thought myself in an ancient castle (a very natural dream for a head filled like mine with Gothic story) and that on the uppermost bannister of a great staircase I saw a gigantic hand in armour. In the evening I sat down and began to write, without knowing in the least what I intended to say or relate.
Сторінка 107 - The great cause of the present deplorable state of English poetry is to be attributed to that absurd and systematic depreciation of Pope, in which, for the last few years, there has been a kind of epidemical concurrence.
Сторінка 247 - Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Сторінка 247 - Ah me ! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, . The course of true love never did run smooth : J But, either it was different in blood ; — Lys.