Recollections of a Literary Life: And Selections from My Favourite Poets and Prose WritersBentley, 1883 - 516 sidor |
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... took to reading to me some of the other ballads ; and as from three years old I grew to four or five , I learned to read them myself , and the book became the delight of my childhood , as it is now the solace of my age . Ah , well - a ...
... took to reading to me some of the other ballads ; and as from three years old I grew to four or five , I learned to read them myself , and the book became the delight of my childhood , as it is now the solace of my age . Ah , well - a ...
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... took harp in hand , And I will be the best singer , That ever songe in the land . " It shal be written in our forheads All and in gramaryé , That we twoe are the boldest men , That are in all Christentye . " And thus they renisht them ...
... took harp in hand , And I will be the best singer , That ever songe in the land . " It shal be written in our forheads All and in gramaryé , That we twoe are the boldest men , That are in all Christentye . " And thus they renisht them ...
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... took that fayre ladye , And married her to his wyfe , And brought her home to merry England . With her to leade his lyfe . I must not , however , attempt to quote more of those fine old ballads here : the feuds of the Percy and the ...
... took that fayre ladye , And married her to his wyfe , And brought her home to merry England . With her to leade his lyfe . I must not , however , attempt to quote more of those fine old ballads here : the feuds of the Percy and the ...
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... took us to the lordly towers of Windsor- the most queenly of our palaces - with the adjuncts that so well become the royal residence , St. George's Chapel and Eton College , fitting shrines of learning and devotion ! Windsor was full of ...
... took us to the lordly towers of Windsor- the most queenly of our palaces - with the adjuncts that so well become the royal residence , St. George's Chapel and Eton College , fitting shrines of learning and devotion ! Windsor was full of ...
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... took us to the old grounds of Lady Place , where , in demolishing the house , care had been taken to pre- serve the vaults in which the great Whig leaders wrote and signed the famous letter to William of Orange which drove James the ...
... took us to the old grounds of Lady Place , where , in demolishing the house , care had been taken to pre- serve the vaults in which the great Whig leaders wrote and signed the famous letter to William of Orange which drove James the ...
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admirable amongst ballads beautiful 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 give Goodere grace hand happy hath hear heard heart Hepzibah honour horse Joanna Baillie John Banim John Clare King knew Kyng lady laughed letters light lived look Lord Mahony maid mignonette Molière morning murder nature 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 song spirit story sweet tears tell thee There's things Thomas Holcroft thou thought took trees Ufton Court verse walk whilst wild Winthrop Mackworth Praed wirra-sthru wonder words write wyfe XANTHIAS young youth
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Sida 61 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian. Whose portal we call Death.
Sida 295 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Sida 185 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Sida 87 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again, , bring again, ' . -' Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Sida 167 - Not a word to each other ; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Sida 226 - 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.
Sida 185 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Sida 368 - 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!
Sida 293 - 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 296 - 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.