Elia: Essays which Have Appeared Under that Signature in the London MagazineCarey, Lea, & Carey, 1828 - 230 стор. |
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... brought Over my spirit . From the olden time Of Authorship thy Patent should be dated , And thou with Marvell , Browne , and Burton , mated . BERNARD BARTON . 2 REJOICINGS UPON THE NEW YEAR'S COMING OF AGE . THE To Elia.
... brought Over my spirit . From the olden time Of Authorship thy Patent should be dated , And thou with Marvell , Browne , and Burton , mated . BERNARD BARTON . 2 REJOICINGS UPON THE NEW YEAR'S COMING OF AGE . THE To Elia.
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... brought tears into my eyes , ) and that frightful burst and chuckle , scarcely speech , which filled her throat when she saw my gift . She trembled as though she had been palsy - struck , and looked All this I saw and heard in a moment ...
... brought tears into my eyes , ) and that frightful burst and chuckle , scarcely speech , which filled her throat when she saw my gift . She trembled as though she had been palsy - struck , and looked All this I saw and heard in a moment ...
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... brought all this land luggage with them ? or why pitch their civilized tents in the desart ? What mean these scanty book - rooms- marine libraries , as they entitle them - if the sea were , as they would have us believe , a book " to ...
... brought all this land luggage with them ? or why pitch their civilized tents in the desart ? What mean these scanty book - rooms- marine libraries , as they entitle them - if the sea were , as they would have us believe , a book " to ...
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... brought to a conclusion . " Others had nothing to show , only by certain red angry marks and swellings in their foreheads , which itched the more they kept rubbing and chafing them ; it was to be hoped that something was brewing . I ...
... brought to a conclusion . " Others had nothing to show , only by certain red angry marks and swellings in their foreheads , which itched the more they kept rubbing and chafing them ; it was to be hoped that something was brewing . I ...
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... brought tears into my eyes , introduced to me my friend Placid , between whose lady and a certain male cousin , some idle flirtations I remember to have heard talked of ; but that was all . He saw he had somehow hurt me , and asked my ...
... brought tears into my eyes , introduced to me my friend Placid , between whose lady and a certain male cousin , some idle flirtations I remember to have heard talked of ; but that was all . He saw he had somehow hurt me , and asked my ...
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Сторінка 139 - Where were ye, nymphs, when the remorseless deep Closed o'er the head of your loved Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep Where your old bards, the famous druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream. Ay me, I fondly dream! Had ye been there — for what could that have done?
Сторінка 149 - So far from a wish to roam, I would have drawn, methought, still closer the fences of my chosen prison ; and have been hemmed in by a yet securer cincture of those excluding garden walls. I could have exclaimed with that garden-loving poet — Bind me, ye woodbines, in your twines ; Curl me about, ye gadding vines ; And oh I so close your circles lace, That I may never leave this place...
Сторінка 91 - ... being in general readers of plays, were obliged to attend the more, and did attend, to what was going on, on the stage— because a word lost would have been a chasm, which it was impossible for them to fill up. With such reflections we consoled our pride then — and I appeal to you whether, as a woman, I met generally with less attention and accommodation than I have done since in more expensive situations in the house? The...
Сторінка 87 - I wish the good old times would come again," she said, "when we were not quite so rich. I do not mean, that I want to be poor; but there was a middle state" — so she was pleased to ramble on, — "in which I am sure we were a great deal happier. A purchase is but a purchase, now that you have money enough and to spare. Formerly it used to be a triumph.
Сторінка 94 - But man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave, solemnizing nativities and deaths with equal lustre, nor omitting ceremonies of bravery in the infamy of his nature.
Сторінка 88 - Do you remember the brown suit, which you made to hang upon you, till all your friends cried shame upon you, it grew so threadbare — and all because of that folio Beaumont and Fletcher, which you dragged home late at night from Barker's in Covent Garden?
Сторінка 160 - Shall I be thought fantastical if I confess that the names of some of our poets sound sweeter, and have a finer relish to the ear — to mine, at least — than that of Milton or of Shakspeare?
Сторінка 130 - I began with treating half seriously, I should have fallen upon a recital so eminently painful ; but this theme of poor relationship is replete with so much matter for tragic as well as comic associations, that it is difficult to keep the account distinct without blending. The earliest impressions which I received on this matter, are certainly not attended with anything painful, or very humiliating, in the recalling.
Сторінка 158 - ... eterne." But where a book is at once both good and rare, where the individual is almost the species, and when that perishes, We know not where is that Promethean torch That can its light relumine...
Сторінка 125 - He declareth against fish, the turbot being small, yet suffereth himself to be importuned into a slice against his first resolution. He sticketh by the port, yet will be prevailed upon to empty the remainder glass of claret, if a stranger press it upon him. He is a puzzle to the servants, who are fearful of being too obsequious, or not civil enough to him. The guests think