Recollections of a Literary LifeHarper, 1855 - 558 ページ |
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... English public . Some again , as the delightful pleasantries of Praed , and Frere , and Catherine Fanshawe are difficult , if not impossible to procure ; and others pos- sess in perfection the sort of novelty which belongs to the ...
... English public . Some again , as the delightful pleasantries of Praed , and Frere , and Catherine Fanshawe are difficult , if not impossible to procure ; and others pos- sess in perfection the sort of novelty which belongs to the ...
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... its easy chairs , seemed , what indeed it was , a very nest of English comfort . The windows opened on a large , old - fashioned garden , full of old- fashioned flowers - stocks , roses , honeysuckles , and 2 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
... its easy chairs , seemed , what indeed it was , a very nest of English comfort . The windows opened on a large , old - fashioned garden , full of old- fashioned flowers - stocks , roses , honeysuckles , and 2 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
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... English never troubled us . I hope it will not trouble my readers . We , a little child , and a young country maiden , the daughter of a respectable Hampshire farmer , were no bad representatives in point of cultivation of the noble ...
... English never troubled us . I hope it will not trouble my readers . We , a little child , and a young country maiden , the daughter of a respectable Hampshire farmer , were no bad representatives in point of cultivation of the noble ...
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... English ballads which contradict the reproach of our Scottish and Irish neighbors , when they tell us that our love - songs are of the head , not of the heart . This poem , at least , may vie with those of Gerald Griffin in the high and ...
... English ballads which contradict the reproach of our Scottish and Irish neighbors , when they tell us that our love - songs are of the head , not of the heart . This poem , at least , may vie with those of Gerald Griffin in the high and ...
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... English . On the 20th of June , 1631 , the crew of two Algerine galleys landed in the dead of the night , sacked the town , and bore off into slavery all who were not too old or too young , or too fierce , for their pur- pose . The ...
... English . On the 20th of June , 1631 , the crew of two Algerine galleys landed in the dead of the night , sacked the town , and bore off into slavery all who were not too old or too young , or too fierce , for their pur- pose . The ...
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admirable ballads beauty Ben Jonson bird Bonny Dundee Bradshaigh bright brother called charming dear death delight doth EACUS English EURIPIDES eyes fair father fear feeling flowers Gelert gentlemen Gerald Griffin Goodere grace hand happy hath hear heard heart Hepzibah honor horse Joanna Baillie John Banim kind King Klopstock Kyng lady laughed letters light lived look Lord Mahony maid mignonette Molière morning murder never night noble o'er once Pan is dead passed person pleasure poems poet poetry poor praise round SACK OF BALTIMORE scene seemed sing smile Soggarth aroon song spirit story sweet tears tell thee There's thing Thomas Holcroft thou thought took trees truth Twas Ufton Court verse walk wild Winthrop Mackworth Praed wirra-sthru wonder words write wyfe XANTHIAS young youth
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544 ページ - 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.
543 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.
201 ページ - 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.
318 ページ - 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.
314 ページ - 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.
318 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...
242 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.
180 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 ;
392 ページ - 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!
429 ページ - 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.