Recollections of a Literary Life: And Selections from My Favourite Poets and Prose WritersBentley, 1883 - 516 Seiten |
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... flowers , stocks , roses , honeysuckles , and pinks ; and that again led into a grassy orchard , abounding with fruit - trees , a picturesque country church with its yews and lindens on one side , and beyond , a down as smooth as velvet ...
... flowers , stocks , roses , honeysuckles , and pinks ; and that again led into a grassy orchard , abounding with fruit - trees , a picturesque country church with its yews and lindens on one side , and beyond , a down as smooth as velvet ...
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... flowers made of silk and cambric , of gum and wire , the work of human hands , however perfect , to such as Mother Earth sends forth in the gushing spring time , full of sap and odour , sparkling with sunshine , and dripping with dew ...
... flowers made of silk and cambric , of gum and wire , the work of human hands , however perfect , to such as Mother Earth sends forth in the gushing spring time , full of sap and odour , sparkling with sunshine , and dripping with dew ...
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... flowers . But even better than amid that sweet woodland scene did I love to ramble by the side of the Thames , as it bounded the beautiful grounds of Lord Orkney , or the magnificent demesne of Sir George Warrender , the verdant lawns ...
... flowers . But even better than amid that sweet woodland scene did I love to ramble by the side of the Thames , as it bounded the beautiful grounds of Lord Orkney , or the magnificent demesne of Sir George Warrender , the verdant lawns ...
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... flowers of the Canterbury bell . Our steps were literally impeded by these long garlands . Our feet were perpetually entangled in them . We crushed them as we passed . The view from the Hermit's hut , on the height , is amongst those ...
... flowers of the Canterbury bell . Our steps were literally impeded by these long garlands . Our feet were perpetually entangled in them . We crushed them as we passed . The view from the Hermit's hut , on the height , is amongst those ...
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... flowers small With many a mingling gleam ; Where the broad flag waves , and the bulrush tall Nods still to the thrusting stream . The Forget - me - not on the water's edge Reveals her lovely hue , Where the broken bank , between the ...
... flowers small With many a mingling gleam ; Where the broad flag waves , and the bulrush tall Nods still to the thrusting stream . The Forget - me - not on the water's edge Reveals her lovely hue , Where the broken bank , between the ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 185 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Seite 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!
Seite 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.
Seite 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.