Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places and PeopleHarper, 1852 - Всего страниц: 558 |
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... thou proud portér , " Sayes , " Christ thee save and see . ” " Now you be welcome , " sayd the portér , " Of what land soever ye be . " " We been harpers , " sayd Adler yonge , " Come out of the north countrée ; We been come hither ...
... thou proud portér , " Sayes , " Christ thee save and see . ” " Now you be welcome , " sayd the portér , " Of what land soever ye be . " " We been harpers , " sayd Adler yonge , " Come out of the north countrée ; We been come hither ...
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... Thou speakest proud wordes , " sayd the paynim king , " Thou harper , here to me ; There is a man within this halle , That will beate thy ladd and thee . " " O lett that man come down , " he sayd , " A sight of him wolde I see , And ...
... Thou speakest proud wordes , " sayd the paynim king , " Thou harper , here to me ; There is a man within this halle , That will beate thy ladd and thee . " " O lett that man come down , " he sayd , " A sight of him wolde I see , And ...
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... thou shalt have , As there be stryngs thereon . " " And what wolde ye doe with my harpe ? " he sayd , " If I did sell it yee ? " " To playe my wyfe and I a fitt , When we together be . " " Nowe sell me , Sir Kyng , thy bryde soe gay ...
... thou shalt have , As there be stryngs thereon . " " And what wolde ye doe with my harpe ? " he sayd , " If I did sell it yee ? " " To playe my wyfe and I a fitt , When we together be . " " Nowe sell me , Sir Kyng , thy bryde soe gay ...
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... thou must give the lie . Tell age it daily wasteth ; Tell honor how it alters . Tell beauty how she blasteth ; Tell favor how she falters ; And as they shall reply , Give each of them the lie . Tell wit how much it wrangles In fickle ...
... thou must give the lie . Tell age it daily wasteth ; Tell honor how it alters . Tell beauty how she blasteth ; Tell favor how she falters ; And as they shall reply , Give each of them the lie . Tell wit how much it wrangles In fickle ...
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... thou hast , as I Commanded thee , done blabbing , Although to give the lie Deserve no less than stabbing , Yet stab at thee who will , No stab the soul can kill . WINIFREDA . About the authorship of this beautiful address to conjugal ...
... thou hast , as I Commanded thee , done blabbing , Although to give the lie Deserve no less than stabbing , Yet stab at thee who will , No stab the soul can kill . WINIFREDA . About the authorship of this beautiful address to conjugal ...
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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.