Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places and PeopleHarper, 1852 - Всего страниц: 558 |
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... green hillside is matted close with dying and with 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 ...
... green hillside is matted close with dying and with 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 ...
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... green in the pictured tide , And the blue reflected sky . Swift dragon - flies , with their gauzy wings , Flit glistening to and fro , And murmuring hosts of moving things O'er the waters glance and glow . There are spots where nestle ...
... green in the pictured tide , And the blue reflected sky . Swift dragon - flies , with their gauzy wings , Flit glistening to and fro , And murmuring hosts of moving things O'er the waters glance and glow . There are spots where nestle ...
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... green lane , about half a mile from home ; sometimes seated on the roots of an old fantastic beech , sometimes on the trunk of a felled oak , or sometimes on the ground itself , with my back propped lazily against a rugged elm . In that ...
... green lane , about half a mile from home ; sometimes seated on the roots of an old fantastic beech , sometimes on the trunk of a felled oak , or sometimes on the ground itself , with my back propped lazily against a rugged elm . In that ...
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... green ; These are of that luscious meat The great god Pan himself doth eat : All these , and what the woods can yield , The hanging mountain , or the field E I freely offer , and ere long Will bring you A LITERARY LIFE . 97.
... green ; These are of that luscious meat The great god Pan himself doth eat : All these , and what the woods can yield , The hanging mountain , or the field E I freely offer , and ere long Will bring you A LITERARY LIFE . 97.
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... Green , And guided to the Parson's wicket . Back flew the bolt of lissom lath ; Fair Margaret in her tidy kirtle Led the lorn traveler up the path , Through clean - clipt rows of box and myrtle ; And Don and Sancho , Tramp and Tray ...
... Green , And guided to the Parson's wicket . Back flew the bolt of lissom lath ; Fair Margaret in her tidy kirtle Led the lorn traveler up the path , Through clean - clipt rows of box and myrtle ; And Don and Sancho , Tramp and Tray ...
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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.