Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Band 2Richard Bentley, 1857 - 376 Seiten |
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... there is no actual or authentic catalogue of all ; and in some cases there is nothing but general tradition , and the nature of the " impressions " in question , to vouch for the fact of their destruction at that period . Amongst these ...
... there is no actual or authentic catalogue of all ; and in some cases there is nothing but general tradition , and the nature of the " impressions " in question , to vouch for the fact of their destruction at that period . Amongst these ...
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... There is not such a flower - bank in Oxfordshire as Caver- sham Warren . Our way , however , leads straight on . A few miles farther , and a turn to the right conducts us to one of the grand old village churches , which give so much of ...
... There is not such a flower - bank in Oxfordshire as Caver- sham Warren . Our way , however , leads straight on . A few miles farther , and a turn to the right conducts us to one of the grand old village churches , which give so much of ...
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... There is no grief , there is no guilt , but mine . Orestes . Electra ! no ! ' Tis now my time to suffer-- Mine be , with all its pangs , the righteous deed ! What a picture is that of Agamemnon and his boy , " Tossing thee above His ...
... There is no grief , there is no guilt , but mine . Orestes . Electra ! no ! ' Tis now my time to suffer-- Mine be , with all its pangs , the righteous deed ! What a picture is that of Agamemnon and his boy , " Tossing thee above His ...
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... there she sat meek - eyed , In midst of all that pride , Sprinkled and blushing through an amorous shower . Some to her hair paid dower , And seemed to dress the curls Queenlike with gold and pearls ; Some snowing on her drapery stopped ...
... there she sat meek - eyed , In midst of all that pride , Sprinkled and blushing through an amorous shower . Some to her hair paid dower , And seemed to dress the curls Queenlike with gold and pearls ; Some snowing on her drapery stopped ...
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... there , If peace returning and processions rare , And to crown all , a marriage in the spring , Can set men's heart and fancies on the wing : For on this beauteous day Ravenna's pride , The daughter of their prince , becomes a bride ; A ...
... there , If peace returning and processions rare , And to crown all , a marriage in the spring , Can set men's heart and fancies on the wing : For on this beauteous day Ravenna's pride , The daughter of their prince , becomes a bride ; A ...
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Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.