Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places and PeopleHarper & Brothers, Publishers, No. 82 Cliff Street, 1852 - 558 ページ |
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... Perhaps it would be difficult to find a short phrase that would accurately describe a work so miscella- neous and so wayward ; a work where there is far too much of personal gossip and of local scene - painting for the grave pretension ...
... Perhaps it would be difficult to find a short phrase that would accurately describe a work so miscella- neous and so wayward ; a work where there is far too much of personal gossip and of local scene - painting for the grave pretension ...
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... perhaps it was the immature and immoderate love of them which stamped first , or rather engraved these characters in me they were like letters cut into the bark of a young tree , which , with the tree , still grows proportionably . But ...
... perhaps it was the immature and immoderate love of them which stamped first , or rather engraved these characters in me they were like letters cut into the bark of a young tree , which , with the tree , still grows proportionably . But ...
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... perhaps still more weary than myself , were miseries much too great , and loaded my little heart with sorrows far too poignant ever to be forgotten . By - roads and high - roads were alike to be traversed , but the former far the ...
... perhaps still more weary than myself , were miseries much too great , and loaded my little heart with sorrows far too poignant ever to be forgotten . By - roads and high - roads were alike to be traversed , but the former far the ...
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... perhaps , in the evening , the horse has his last feed of oats , which he generally stands to enjoy in the center of his smooth , carefully - made bed of long clean straw , and by the side of him the weary boy will often lie down , it ...
... perhaps , in the evening , the horse has his last feed of oats , which he generally stands to enjoy in the center of his smooth , carefully - made bed of long clean straw , and by the side of him the weary boy will often lie down , it ...
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... perhaps a fortnight or three weeks . As that proceeds the boys are less cautious , each having less suspicion of his horse . I was leading the gallop one morning , and had gone more than half the way toward the foot of Cambridge Hill ...
... perhaps a fortnight or three weeks . As that proceeds the boys are less cautious , each having less suspicion of his horse . I was leading the gallop one morning , and had gone more than half the way toward the foot of Cambridge Hill ...
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548 ページ - Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit: and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not. Histories make men wise; poets witty; the mathematics subtile; natural philosophy deep; moral grave; logic and rhetoric able to contend.
318 ページ - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine! I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
317 ページ - Like a Poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not: Like a highborn maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower: Like a glowworm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view!
547 ページ - 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.
244 ページ - ... 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.
317 ページ - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
320 ページ - 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...
140 ページ - The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind : but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it; till I am solitary, and cannot impart it; till I am known, and do not want it. I hope it is no very cynical asperity not to confess obligations where no benefit has been received ; or to be unwilling that the public should consider me as owing that to a patron which Providence has enabled me to do for myself.
182 ページ - 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 ;
432 ページ - 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...