Recollections of a Literary LifeHarper, 1855 - 558 ページ |
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... happy hour seemed to live again in my memory and my heart . But no higher pleasure can it afford me , than the opportunity of express- ing to you my sincere respect and admiration for talent , espe- cially dramatic talent not even yet ...
... happy hour seemed to live again in my memory and my heart . But no higher pleasure can it afford me , than the opportunity of express- ing to you my sincere respect and admiration for talent , espe- cially dramatic talent not even yet ...
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... happy child- hood . In common with many only children , especially where the mother is of a grave and home - loving nature , I learned to read at a very early age . Before I was three years old my father would perch me on the breakfast ...
... happy child- hood . In common with many only children , especially where the mother is of a grave and home - loving nature , I learned to read at a very early age . Before I was three years old my father would perch me on the breakfast ...
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... Happy , happy days ! It is good to have the memory of such a childhood ! to be able to call up past delights by the mere sight and sound of Chevy Chase or the battle of Otterbourne . And as time wore on , the fine ballad of " King ...
... Happy , happy days ! It is good to have the memory of such a childhood ! to be able to call up past delights by the mere sight and sound of Chevy Chase or the battle of Otterbourne . And as time wore on , the fine ballad of " King ...
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... happy eyes Of my Maire bhan astoir . Mild is Maire bhan astoir , Mine is Maire bhan astoir , Saints will watch about the door Of my Maire bhan astoir . I subjoiae of thel yrics , a ballad of the " Brigade , " which produced so auch ...
... happy eyes Of my Maire bhan astoir . Mild is Maire bhan astoir , Mine is Maire bhan astoir , Saints will watch about the door Of my Maire bhan astoir . I subjoiae of thel yrics , a ballad of the " Brigade , " which produced so auch ...
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... envy in his Sabine field . " Thus would I double my life's fading space , For he that runs it well , twice runs his race . And in this true delight , These unbought sports , this happy state , I would 38 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
... envy in his Sabine field . " Thus would I double my life's fading space , For he that runs it well , twice runs his race . And in this true delight , These unbought sports , this happy state , I would 38 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
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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.