Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places and PeopleHarper, 1852 - Всего страниц: 558 |
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... dead of the night , sacked the town , and bore off into slavery all who were not too old or too young , or too fierce , for their pur- pose . The pirates were steered up the intricate channel by one Hackett , a Dungarvon fisherman ...
... dead of the night , sacked the town , and bore off into slavery all who were not too old or too young , or too fierce , for their pur- pose . The pirates were steered up the intricate channel by one Hackett , a Dungarvon fisherman ...
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... dead ! she stabbed him in the midst of his serai ! And , when to die a death of fire , that noble maid they bore , She only smiled - O'Driscoll's child ! —she thought of Baltimore ! ' Tis two long years since sank the town beneath that ...
... dead ! she stabbed him in the midst of his serai ! And , when to die a death of fire , that noble maid they bore , She only smiled - O'Driscoll's child ! —she thought of Baltimore ! ' Tis two long years since sank the town beneath that ...
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... dead . Across the plain , and far away , passed on that hideous wrack , While cavalier and fantassin dash in upon their track . On Fontenoy , on Fontenoy , like eagles in the sun , With bloody plumes the Irish stand ; the field is ...
... dead . Across the plain , and far away , passed on that hideous wrack , While cavalier and fantassin dash in upon their track . On Fontenoy , on Fontenoy , like eagles in the sun , With bloody plumes the Irish stand ; the field is ...
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... Dead he is not - but departed - for the artist never dies . Fairer seems the ancient city , and the sunshine seems more fair That he once has trod its pavement , that he once has breathed its air ! Through these streets so broad and ...
... Dead he is not - but departed - for the artist never dies . Fairer seems the ancient city , and the sunshine seems more fair That he once has trod its pavement , that he once has breathed its air ! Through these streets so broad and ...
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... dead lay in its shroud of snow ! And in the hush that followed the prayer , Was heard the old clock on the stair : " Forever - never ! Never - forever ! " All are scattered now and fled , Some are married , some are dead ; And when I ...
... dead lay in its shroud of snow ! And in the hush that followed the prayer , Was heard the old clock on the stair : " Forever - never ! Never - forever ! " All are scattered now and fled , Some are married , some are dead ; And when I ...
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Recollections of a Literary Life: Or Books, Places and People Mary Russell Mitford Полный просмотр - 1858 |
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Стр. 548 - I know they are as lively, and as vigorously productive, as those fabulous dragon's teeth ; and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book. Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image ; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were in the eye.
Стр. 547 - 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. For expert men can execute, and perhaps judge of particulars, one by one ; but the general counsels, and the plots, and marshalling of affairs come best from those that are learned.
Стр. 320 - 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.
Стр. 431 - Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other? Alas! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun! Oh! it was pitiful! Near a whole city full, Home she had none.
Стр. 428 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Стр. 396 - 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 ! God!
Стр. 320 - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Стр. 319 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Стр. 397 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows , simple wiles , Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Стр. 317 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.