Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places and PeopleHarper & Brothers, Publishers, No. 82 Cliff Street, 1852 - 558 Seiten |
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... turn away from others by an antipathy , imperceptible to themselves and inscrutable to man's understanding . Even when I was a very young boy at school , instead of roaming about on holydays , and playing with my fellows , I was wont to ...
... turn away from others by an antipathy , imperceptible to themselves and inscrutable to man's understanding . Even when I was a very young boy at school , instead of roaming about on holydays , and playing with my fellows , I was wont to ...
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... hold , " ( quoth Bother'um ) " ' twould be cruel To turn your fixtures into fuel , Those precious tomes with cobwebs spread , Which sleep so peaceful o'er your head ; Ere yet that sentence is decreed ' em , Do 60 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
... hold , " ( quoth Bother'um ) " ' twould be cruel To turn your fixtures into fuel , Those precious tomes with cobwebs spread , Which sleep so peaceful o'er your head ; Ere yet that sentence is decreed ' em , Do 60 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
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... turns a collector and vender of rags , a hardwareman , a dealer in buttons , buckles , and pewter spoons , in short , a trafficker in whatever could bring gain . But there was one thing which fixed his attention longer than any other ...
... turns a collector and vender of rags , a hardwareman , a dealer in buttons , buckles , and pewter spoons , in short , a trafficker in whatever could bring gain . But there was one thing which fixed his attention longer than any other ...
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... turning one evening on the back of a hunter that was put in training for the Hunter's Plate . There had been some little rain , and the channel , always dry in summer , was then a small brook . As I must have rubbed his legs dry , if ...
... turning one evening on the back of a hunter that was put in training for the Hunter's Plate . There had been some little rain , and the channel , always dry in summer , was then a small brook . As I must have rubbed his legs dry , if ...
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... turning into gold as the sunshine played upon them through the leaves . In this manner were we disposed , when a gipsy , with a pair of light baskets in her hand , came and offered them for sale . She was a middle - aged woman , who ...
... turning into gold as the sunshine played upon them through the leaves . In this manner were we disposed , when a gipsy , with a pair of light baskets in her hand , came and offered them for sale . She was a middle - aged woman , who ...
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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...