Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Том 1R. Bentley, 1853 |
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... charming vicarage and its pretty vicarage - garden on a high eminence , overhanging one of the finest bends of the great river . A woody lane leads from the church to the bottom of the chalk - cliff , one side of which stands out from ...
... charming vicarage and its pretty vicarage - garden on a high eminence , overhanging one of the finest bends of the great river . A woody lane leads from the church to the bottom of the chalk - cliff , one side of which stands out from ...
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... charming Swiss dairy , with its marbles and its china , and , above all , to satisfy my curiosity by looking over the towers which still remain of the old castle - piles whose prodigious thickness of wall and distance from each other ...
... charming Swiss dairy , with its marbles and its china , and , above all , to satisfy my curiosity by looking over the towers which still remain of the old castle - piles whose prodigious thickness of wall and distance from each other ...
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... charm the reader , and still more to captivate the fair . TO ALTHEA , FROM PRISON . When love , with unconfinèd wings , Hovers within my gates , And my divine Althea brings To whisper at my grates ; When I lie tangled in her hair , And ...
... charm the reader , and still more to captivate the fair . TO ALTHEA , FROM PRISON . When love , with unconfinèd wings , Hovers within my gates , And my divine Althea brings To whisper at my grates ; When I lie tangled in her hair , And ...
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... charming melody doth prove That all her bars are trees , her cage a grove . I am that bird whom they contrive Thus to deprive of liberty ; But though they do my corpse confine , Yet , maugre hate , my soul is free . And though immured ...
... charming melody doth prove That all her bars are trees , her cage a grove . I am that bird whom they contrive Thus to deprive of liberty ; But though they do my corpse confine , Yet , maugre hate , my soul is free . And though immured ...
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... Marquis to the last should read the fine ballad called " The Execution of Montrose , " in Professor Aytoun's charming volume 66 The Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers . " II . POETRY THAT POETS LOVE . WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR 22 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
... Marquis to the last should read the fine ballad called " The Execution of Montrose , " in Professor Aytoun's charming volume 66 The Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers . " II . POETRY THAT POETS LOVE . WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR 22 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
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Сторінка 340 - 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 148 - Rise, O ever rise ; Rise like a cloud of incense from the earth ! Thou kingly Spirit throned among the hills, Thou dread ambassador from earth to heaven, Great hierarch ! tell thou the silent sky, And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun, Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
Сторінка 193 - Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river: Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurl'd — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world!
Сторінка 344 - ... 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 194 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Сторінка 324 - 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.
Сторінка 330 - Did clap their bloody hands ; He nothing common did, or mean, Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try ; Nor called the gods with vulgar spite To vindicate his helpless right, But bowed his comely head Down, as upon a bed.
Сторінка 15 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Сторінка 146 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam ? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest...