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... MITFORD , AUTHOR OF " OUR VILLAGE , " " BELFORD REGIS , " ETC NEW YORK : HARPER & BROTHERS , PUBLISHERS , 329 & 331 PEARL STREET , FRANKLIN SQUARE . 1855 . HARVARD COLLEGE 1940 LIBRARY Massachusetts State Lebsary то Beury F.
... MITFORD , AUTHOR OF " OUR VILLAGE , " " BELFORD REGIS , " ETC NEW YORK : HARPER & BROTHERS , PUBLISHERS , 329 & 331 PEARL STREET , FRANKLIN SQUARE . 1855 . HARVARD COLLEGE 1940 LIBRARY Massachusetts State Lebsary то Beury F.
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... brother , Men call her bright and sheene ; If I were kyng here in your stead , That ladye sholde be queen . " Sayes , " Reade me , reade me , deare brother , Throughout merrie England ; Where we might find a messenger , Betweene us two ...
... brother , Men call her bright and sheene ; If I were kyng here in your stead , That ladye sholde be queen . " Sayes , " Reade me , reade me , deare brother , Throughout merrie England ; Where we might find a messenger , Betweene us two ...
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... brother , My reade shall ryde at thee , Which waye we best may turne and fighte , To save this fayre ladye ? " " Now hearken to me , " sayes Adler yonge , " And your reade must rise at me , I quicklye will devise a waye , To sette thy ...
... brother , My reade shall ryde at thee , Which waye we best may turne and fighte , To save this fayre ladye ? " " Now hearken to me , " sayes Adler yonge , " And your reade must rise at me , I quicklye will devise a waye , To sette thy ...
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... brother , Were comen until this towne . " Then they pulled out a ryng of gold , Layd it on the porter's arme , " And ever we will thee proud portér , Thou wilt say us no harme . " Sore he looked on Kyng Estmere , And sore he handled the ...
... brother , Were comen until this towne . " Then they pulled out a ryng of gold , Layd it on the porter's arme , " And ever we will thee proud portér , Thou wilt say us no harme . " Sore he looked on Kyng Estmere , And sore he handled the ...
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... , And her mother cold as stone ; But her brother bravely vowed She should be my bride alone ; * Pronounced Maur - ya Vaun Asthore . † Much plenty , or in abundance . For he knew I loved her well , And he 18 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
... , And her mother cold as stone ; But her brother bravely vowed She should be my bride alone ; * Pronounced Maur - ya Vaun Asthore . † Much plenty , or in abundance . For he knew I loved her well , And he 18 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
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Recollections of a Literary Life: Or Books, Places and People Mary Russell Mitford Повний перегляд - 1858 |
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Сторінка 544 - I know they are as lively, and as vigorously productive, as those fabulous dragon's teeth ; and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book. Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image ; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were in the eye.
Сторінка 543 - 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. For expert men can execute, and perhaps judge of particulars, one by one ; but the general counsels, and the plots, and marshalling of affairs come best from those that are learned.
Сторінка 201 - Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie. My music shows ye have your closes. And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives.
Сторінка 318 - 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 314 - Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.
Сторінка 318 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Сторінка 242 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Сторінка 180 - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; 'Good speed!' cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew ;
Сторінка 392 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge!
Сторінка 429 - 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 ruin'd tower.