The Bibliographer; a Journal of Book-lore, 第 5〜6 巻

E. Stock, 1884

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22 ページ - Protestant Subjects dissenting from the Church of England from the Penalties of certain Laws...
57 ページ - In the character of his elegy I rejoice to concur with the common reader ; for by the common sense of readers, uncorrupted with literary prejudices, after all the refinements of subtilty and the dogmatism of learning, must be finally decided all claim to poetical honours.
60 ページ - Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn, Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. [Him have we seen the greenwood side along While o'er the heath we hied, our labour done, Oft as the woodlark piped her farewell song With wistful eyes pursue the setting sun...
122 ページ - Every one who knows me must know that the partner of my life should be one who can feel poetry and understand philosophy. Harriet is a noble animal, but she can do neither.
58 ページ - ... upon me; and therefore am obliged to desire you would make Dodsley print it immediately (which may be done in less than a week's time) from your copy, but without my name, in what form is most convenient for him, but on his best paper and character; he must correct the press himself, and print it without any interval between the stanzas, because the sense is in some places continued beyond them ; and the title must be, — Elegy, written in a Country Churchyard.
123 ページ - I feel the flowers growing over me." And there they do grow, even all the winter long— violets and daisies mingling with the fresh herbage, and in the words of Shelley, "making one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.
172 ページ - Leave to enjoy myself. That place, that does Contain my books, the best companions, is To me a glorious court, where hourly I Converse with the old sages and philosophers ; And sometimes for variety I confer With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels ; Calling their victories, if unjustly got, Unto a strict account ; and in my fancy, Deface their ill-placed statues.
123 ページ - It ia an idealized history of my life and feelings. I think one is always in love with something or other ; the error, and I confess it is not easy for spirits cased in flesh and blood to avoid it, consists in seeking in a mortal image the likeness of what is, perhaps, eternal.
122 ページ - The toil which stole from thee so many an hour Is ended — and the fruit is at thy feet. No longer where the woods to frame a bower With interlaced branches mix and meet, Or where, with sound like many voices sweet, Waterfalls leap among wild islands green t Which framed for my lone boat a lone retreat Of moss-grown trees and weeds, shall I be seen : But beside thee, where still my heart has ever been.