Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Том 1Richard Bentley, 1857 |
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... thought of Baltimore . " Tis two long years since sank the town beneath that bloody band , And all around its trampled hearths a larger concourse stand , Where , high upon a gallows tree , a yelling wretch is seen , ' Tis Hackett of ...
... thought of Baltimore . " Tis two long years since sank the town beneath that bloody band , And all around its trampled hearths a larger concourse stand , Where , high upon a gallows tree , a yelling wretch is seen , ' Tis Hackett of ...
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... thought or for expression , have rarely been excelled by any writer in any language . They are eminently distinguished for the grace , the finish , and the clearness which his verse too often wants . That there is one cry which pervades ...
... thought or for expression , have rarely been excelled by any writer in any language . They are eminently distinguished for the grace , the finish , and the clearness which his verse too often wants . That there is one cry which pervades ...
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... thought in that case I might easily have compassed , as well as some others , who , with no greater probabilities or pretences , have arrived to extraordinary fortune : but I had before written a shrewd prophecy against myself ; and I ...
... thought in that case I might easily have compassed , as well as some others , who , with no greater probabilities or pretences , have arrived to extraordinary fortune : but I had before written a shrewd prophecy against myself ; and I ...
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... thought it no disparagement to those qualifications of their life , that , in the midst of the most talked - of and talking country in the world , they had lived so long , not only without fame , but almost without being heard of . And ...
... thought it no disparagement to those qualifications of their life , that , in the midst of the most talked - of and talking country in the world , they had lived so long , not only without fame , but almost without being heard of . And ...
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... thoughts , descanting like a hermit on the joys of solitude and the delights of the country , -and in this respect his odes are nothing inferior to his Essays ; —it happens that this identical Cowley hath left behind him the pleasantest ...
... thoughts , descanting like a hermit on the joys of solitude and the delights of the country , -and in this respect his odes are nothing inferior to his Essays ; —it happens that this identical Cowley hath left behind him the pleasantest ...
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Стр. 325 - UNDERNEATH this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, SIDNEY'S sister, PEMBROKE'S mother ; Death ! ere thou hast slain another, Learn'd and fair, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Стр. 319 - Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep> Seated in thy silver chair State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
Стр. 86 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Стр. 262 - Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle...
Стр. 237 - for Aix is in sight ! " "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Стр. 311 - It is accomplished. The deed is done. He retreats, retraces his steps to the window, passes out through it as he came in, and escapes. He has done the murder; no eye has seen him, no ear has heard him. The secret is his own, and it is safe! Ah!
Стр. 80 - Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint old town of toil and traffic, quaint old town of art and song, Memories haunt thy pointed gables like the rooks that round them throng : Memories of the Middle Ages, when the emperors, rough and bold, Had their dwelling in thy castle, time-defying, centuries old ; And thy brave and thrifty burghers boasted, in their uncouth rhyme, That their great imperial city stretched its hand...
Стр. 262 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Стр. 192 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring! As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew Ne'er to be found again.
Стр. 234 - Will't please you sit and look at her? I said "Fra Pandolf" by design, for never read Strangers like you that pictured countenance, The depth and passion of its earnest glance, But to myself they turned (since none puts by The curtain I have...