Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Том 1R. Bentley, 1853 |
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... thing more than another in the nice balance of tastes and prejudices ( for I do not speak here of principles ) which inclines us now to the elegance of Charles , now to the strength of Cromwell -which disgusts us alternately with the ...
... thing more than another in the nice balance of tastes and prejudices ( for I do not speak here of principles ) which inclines us now to the elegance of Charles , now to the strength of Cromwell -which disgusts us alternately with the ...
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... thing That renders what I have not mine . My King from me what adamant can part , Whom I do wear engraven on my heart ? Have you not seen the nightingale A prisoner - like coop'd in a cage ; How she doth chaunt her morbid tale In that ...
... thing That renders what I have not mine . My King from me what adamant can part , Whom I do wear engraven on my heart ? Have you not seen the nightingale A prisoner - like coop'd in a cage ; How she doth chaunt her morbid tale In that ...
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... things that may demand Dread memories for years . Sorrows I've had , severe ones , I will not think of now ; And calmly midst my dear ones Have wasted with dry brow ; But when thy fingers press And pat my stooping head , I cannot bear ...
... things that may demand Dread memories for years . Sorrows I've had , severe ones , I will not think of now ; And calmly midst my dear ones Have wasted with dry brow ; But when thy fingers press And pat my stooping head , I cannot bear ...
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... thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want . What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields ... Things more true and deep ' Than we mortals dream , Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? We look ...
... thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want . What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields ... Things more true and deep ' Than we mortals dream , Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? We look ...
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... too spacious and too com- modious ; for fashion is a capricious deity , who loves of all things to be crowded , provided the crowd A LITERARY LIFE . 45 -AUTHORS ASSOCIATED WITH PLACES VISIT TO BATH -CHRISTOPHER ANSTEY.
... too spacious and too com- modious ; for fashion is a capricious deity , who loves of all things to be crowded , provided the crowd A LITERARY LIFE . 45 -AUTHORS ASSOCIATED WITH PLACES VISIT TO BATH -CHRISTOPHER ANSTEY.
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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...