Recollections of a Literary LifeHarper, 1855 - 558 Seiten |
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... , Thou'lt till my bride awaye . " He struck upon his harpe agayne , And playde both fair and free ; The ladye was so pleased thereatt , She laughed loud laughters three . " Now sell me thy harpe , " said the A LITERARY LIFE . 9.
... , Thou'lt till my bride awaye . " He struck upon his harpe agayne , And playde both fair and free ; The ladye was so pleased thereatt , She laughed loud laughters three . " Now sell me thy harpe , " said the A LITERARY LIFE . 9.
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... fair ladye To wed with me than thee . " He played agayne both loud and shrille , And Adler he did syng ; " O ladye , this is thy owne true love , No harper , but a kyng . " O ladye , this is thy owne true love , As playnlye thou mayst ...
... fair ladye To wed with me than thee . " He played agayne both loud and shrille , And Adler he did syng ; " O ladye , this is thy owne true love , No harper , but a kyng . " O ladye , this is thy owne true love , As playnlye thou mayst ...
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... FAIR MARY MY TREASURE . " IRISH EMIGRANT SONG . In a valley far away , With my Maire bhan astoir , Short would be the summer day , Ever loving more and more . Winter days would all grow long With the light her heart would pour , With ...
... FAIR MARY MY TREASURE . " IRISH EMIGRANT SONG . In a valley far away , With my Maire bhan astoir , Short would be the summer day , Ever loving more and more . Winter days would all grow long With the light her heart would pour , With ...
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... fair countess , dressed rather than dis- guised as a page , held the horse of her victorious paramour . loved to gaze on that princely mansion , repeating to each other the marvelous lines in which our two matchless satirists have ...
... fair countess , dressed rather than dis- guised as a page , held the horse of her victorious paramour . loved to gaze on that princely mansion , repeating to each other the marvelous lines in which our two matchless satirists have ...
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... fair young reader , these celebrated characters will be as good as manuscript . I will at all events try the experiment . Here they be " In the first rank of these did Zimri stand : A man so various , that he seemed to be Not one , but ...
... fair young reader , these celebrated characters will be as good as manuscript . I will at all events try the experiment . Here they be " In the first rank of these did Zimri stand : A man so various , that he seemed to be Not one , but ...
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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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Seite 544 - 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 543 - 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 201 - 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.
Seite 318 - 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 314 - 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.
Seite 318 - 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 242 - 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 180 - 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 392 - 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!
Seite 429 - 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.