Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places and PeopleHarper & Brothers, Publishers, No. 82 Cliff Street, 1852 - 558 Seiten |
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... honor how it alters . Tell beauty how she blasteth ; Tell favor how she falters ; And as they shall reply , Give each of them the lie . Tell wit how much it wrangles In fickle points of niceness ; Tell wisdom she entangles Herself in ...
... honor how it alters . Tell beauty how she blasteth ; Tell favor how she falters ; And as they shall reply , Give each of them the lie . Tell wit how much it wrangles In fickle points of niceness ; Tell wisdom she entangles Herself in ...
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... honor not only of furnishing to Sir Joshua the model of his " Infant Hercules , " but even of suggesting the subject . Thus it happened : -Passing a few days with Mr. Burke at his favorite retirement , the great painter accompanied his ...
... honor not only of furnishing to Sir Joshua the model of his " Infant Hercules , " but even of suggesting the subject . Thus it happened : -Passing a few days with Mr. Burke at his favorite retirement , the great painter accompanied his ...
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... honor of their judgment ( as some mortals imagine of their courage ) con- sists in quarreling with every thing . We are , therefore , won- derful wise men , and have a fine business of it , we who spend our time in poetry . I do ...
... honor of their judgment ( as some mortals imagine of their courage ) con- sists in quarreling with every thing . We are , therefore , won- derful wise men , and have a fine business of it , we who spend our time in poetry . I do ...
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... honor I would have , Not from great deeds , but good alone ; The unknown are better than ill known ; Rumor can ope the grave . Acquaintance I would have , but when't depends , Not on the number , but the choice of friends . " Books ...
... honor I would have , Not from great deeds , but good alone ; The unknown are better than ill known ; Rumor can ope the grave . Acquaintance I would have , but when't depends , Not on the number , but the choice of friends . " Books ...
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... honor that lies in that . Whatsoever it be , every mountebank has it more than the best orator , and the hangman more than the Lord Chief Justice of a city . Every creature has it , both of nature and art , if it be anywise ...
... honor that lies in that . Whatsoever it be , every mountebank has it more than the best orator , and the hangman more than the Lord Chief Justice of a city . Every creature has it , both of nature and art , if it be anywise ...
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admirable ballads beauty Ben Jonson bird Bonny Dundee Bradshaigh bright brother called charming Colley Cibber dance dear death delight doth EACUS English EURIPIDES eyes fair father fear feeling flowers Gelert George Crowninshield Gerald Griffin give Goodere grace gray horse hand happy hath hear heard heart honor hope horse hour Hyd y Joanna Baillie John John Clare King knew Kyng lady laughed letter light live look Lord maid mignonette Molière morning murder never night o'er once Pan is dead passed person pleasure poems poet poetry poor praise rose round scene seemed sing smile Soame Jenyns song story sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought took trees twas verse walk Winthrop Mackworth Praed wonder words write XANTHIAS young youth
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Seite 548 - 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.
Seite 318 - 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.
Seite 317 - 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!
Seite 547 - 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.
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 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.
Seite 320 - 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...
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 182 - 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 ;
Seite 432 - 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...