Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Volym 2Richard Bentley, 1857 - 376 sidor |
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... praises that cannot die . The difficulty in selecting from his works is the abun- dance ; but I prefer the Hellenics , that charming volume , because few , very few , have given such present life to classical subjects . I begin with the ...
... praises that cannot die . The difficulty in selecting from his works is the abun- dance ; but I prefer the Hellenics , that charming volume , because few , very few , have given such present life to classical subjects . I begin with the ...
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... and as many as my auditor could hear for her own sobs . No doubt they have often extorted such praises - the truest and the most precious that can be given . TO T. L. H. , SIX YEARS OLD , DURING D 2 A LITERARY LIFE . 35.
... and as many as my auditor could hear for her own sobs . No doubt they have often extorted such praises - the truest and the most precious that can be given . TO T. L. H. , SIX YEARS OLD , DURING D 2 A LITERARY LIFE . 35.
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... praise . Thy sidelong pillowed meekness , Thy thanks to all that aid , Thy heart in pain and weakness Of fancied faults afraid ; The little trembling hand That wipes thy quiet tears , These , these are things that may demand Dread ...
... praise . Thy sidelong pillowed meekness , Thy thanks to all that aid , Thy heart in pain and weakness Of fancied faults afraid ; The little trembling hand That wipes thy quiet tears , These , these are things that may demand Dread ...
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... praise and thanks- giving . TO THE SKYLARK . Hail to thee , blythe spirit ! Bird thou never wert , That from heaven , or near it , Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art . Higher still and higher , From the ...
... praise and thanks- giving . TO THE SKYLARK . Hail to thee , blythe spirit ! Bird thou never wert , That from heaven , or near it , Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art . Higher still and higher , From the ...
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... , 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 . Chorus hymeneal , Or triumphal cháunt , Matched with thine 40 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
... , 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 . Chorus hymeneal , Or triumphal cháunt , Matched with thine 40 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
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Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places, and People, Volym 2 Mary Russell Mitford Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1852 |
Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places, and People, Volym 2 Mary Russell Mitford Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1852 |
Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Volym 1 Mary Russell Mitford Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1853 |
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Sida 342 - 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...
Sida 43 - 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.
Sida 203 - Since There's No Help Since there's no help. come let us kiss and part: Nay. I have done: you get no more of me. And I am glad. yea. glad with all my heart. That thus so cleanly I myself can free: Shake hands for ever. cancel all our vows. And when we meet at any time again. Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath. When. his pulse failing. passion speechless lies. When faith is kneeling by his bed of death. And innocence...
Sida 40 - 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 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.
Sida 40 - 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.
Sida 198 - The Western wind was wild and dank with foam, And all alone went she. The creeping tide came up along the sand, And o'er and o'er the sand, And round and round the sand, As far as eye could see; The blinding mist came down and hid the land; And never home came she.
Sida 197 - Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Sida 43 - 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...
Sida 346 - ... our sage and serious poet Spenser, whom I dare be known to think a better teacher than Scotus or Aquinas, describing true temperance under the person of Guion, brings him in with his Palmer through the cave of Mammon, and the bower of earthly bliss, that he might see and know, and yet abstain.
Sida 326 - What wondrous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head ; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine ; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach ; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.