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... falling soft on Carberry's hundred isles ; The summer sun is gleaming still through Gabriel's rough defiles ; Old Inisherkin's crumbled fane looks like a molting bird ; And in a calm and sleepy swell the ocean - tide is heard ; The ...
... falling soft on Carberry's hundred isles ; The summer sun is gleaming still through Gabriel's rough defiles ; Old Inisherkin's crumbled fane looks like a molting bird ; And in a calm and sleepy swell the ocean - tide is heard ; The ...
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... fall , And o'er each black and bearded face the white or crimson shawl , The yell of " Allah ! " breaks above the prayer and shriek and roar— Oh , blessed God ! the Algerine is lord of Baltimore ! Then flung the youth his naked hand ...
... fall , And o'er each black and bearded face the white or crimson shawl , The yell of " Allah ! " breaks above the prayer and shriek and roar— Oh , blessed God ! the Algerine is lord of Baltimore ! Then flung the youth his naked hand ...
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... fall upon that cottage ! Another resort of ours , not a pilgrimage , but a haunt , was the forest of old pollards , known by the name of Burnham Beeches . A real forest it is - six hundred acres in extent , and varied by steep ...
... fall upon that cottage ! Another resort of ours , not a pilgrimage , but a haunt , was the forest of old pollards , known by the name of Burnham Beeches . A real forest it is - six hundred acres in extent , and varied by steep ...
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... fall those bonny flowers ! O how I love their petals bright ! Smoother than Ariel's moonlit brow ! The Water - Nymph's delight ! Those milk - white cups with a golden core , Like marble lamps , that throw So soft a light on the ...
... fall those bonny flowers ! O how I love their petals bright ! Smoother than Ariel's moonlit brow ! The Water - Nymph's delight ! Those milk - white cups with a golden core , Like marble lamps , that throw So soft a light on the ...
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... fall upon , and was infinitely delighted with the stories of the knights , and giants , and monsters , and brave houses which I found everywhere there ( though my understanding had little to do with all this ) ; and by degrees with the ...
... fall upon , and was infinitely delighted with the stories of the knights , and giants , and monsters , and brave houses which I found everywhere there ( though my understanding had little to do with all this ) ; and by degrees with the ...
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Recollections of a Literary Life: Or Books, Places and People Mary Russell Mitford Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1858 |
Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Volym 1 Mary Russell Mitford Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1852 |
Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places and People Mary Russell Mitford Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1852 |
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Sida 540 - 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.
Sida 388 - Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon ? Who bade the sun 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 527 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness: The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds and other seas, Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Sida 431 - 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.
Sida 173 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on.
Sida 234 - 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 420 - O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Sida 139 - Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast ? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last. What, were ye born to be An hour or half's delight, And so to bid good-night ? 'Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave : And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave.
Sida 314 - 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 130 - The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labors, 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.