Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places, and PeopleHarper, 1862 - 558 Seiten |
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... Lady Place , where , in demolishing the house , care had been taken to preserve the vaults in which the great Whig leaders wrote and signed the famous letter to William of Orange , which drove James the Second from the throne . A gloomy ...
... Lady Place , where , in demolishing the house , care had been taken to preserve the vaults in which the great Whig leaders wrote and signed the famous letter to William of Orange , which drove James the Second from the throne . A gloomy ...
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... lady into a game of romps . Lastly , appears the most solemn troop of all , a grave company of geese and goslings , with the gander at their head , marching with the decorum and dignity proper to the birds who saved Rome . Fanchon , who ...
... lady into a game of romps . Lastly , appears the most solemn troop of all , a grave company of geese and goslings , with the gander at their head , marching with the decorum and dignity proper to the birds who saved Rome . Fanchon , who ...
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... lady ) ; Fanchon she stroked , and of Flush , the dear old dog , now lying under the rose - tree , she talked ; then , to leave no one unpropitiated , she threw out a word of pleasant augury , a sort of gratuitous fortune - telling , to ...
... lady ) ; Fanchon she stroked , and of Flush , the dear old dog , now lying under the rose - tree , she talked ; then , to leave no one unpropitiated , she threw out a word of pleasant augury , a sort of gratuitous fortune - telling , to ...
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... lady laid her knitting down , Her husband clasped his ponderous barrow Whate'er the stranger's caste or creed , Pundit or papist , saint or sinner , He found a stable for his steed , And welcome for himself and dinner . If , when he ...
... lady laid her knitting down , Her husband clasped his ponderous barrow Whate'er the stranger's caste or creed , Pundit or papist , saint or sinner , He found a stable for his steed , And welcome for himself and dinner . If , when he ...
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... Lady Alice , from her brief and broken prayer , And she brought a silken banner down the narrow turret - stair ; Oh ! many were the tears that those radiant eyes had shed , As she traced the bright word " Glory " in the gay and glancing ...
... Lady Alice , from her brief and broken prayer , And she brought a silken banner down the narrow turret - stair ; Oh ! many were the tears that those radiant eyes had shed , As she traced the bright word " Glory " in the gay and glancing ...
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admirable ballads beauty Ben Jonson bird Bonny Dundee Bradshaigh bright brother called charming dear death delight doth Dutch Republic EACUS English EURIPIDES eyes fair father fear feeling flowers Gelert gentleman Gerald Griffin give Goodere grace hand happy hath hear heard heart Hepzibah honor horse Joanna Baillie John Clare King Klopstock knew Kyng lady laughed letters light live look Lord 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 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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Seite 317 - Like a high-born 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: Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers,...
Seite 397 - Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between...
Seite 548 - 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.
Seite 318 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Seite 140 - 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.
Seite 317 - 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. 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.
Seite 320 - 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.
Seite 244 - 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.
Seite 396 - 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! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Seite 149 - BLOSSOMS Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast ? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last. What, were ye born to be An hour or half's delight, And so to bid good-night ? 'Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave : And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into...