Recollections of the Table-talk of Samuel Rogers: To which is Added Porsoniana, Том 1H. A. Rogers, 1887 - Всего страниц: 371 |
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... poets : Cowper , though The Task * was in print , had scarcely won all his fame ; Crabbe had put forth only his ... Poems , in 1798. He gave nothing new to the public till 1812 , when he added Columbust to a re - im- pression of his ...
... poets : Cowper , though The Task * was in print , had scarcely won all his fame ; Crabbe had put forth only his ... Poems , in 1798. He gave nothing new to the public till 1812 , when he added Columbust to a re - im- pression of his ...
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... reviewer thinks " there can be little hesitation in ascribing it to Southey . " See the lines , " Hence to the altar , " & c . , in his Poems , p . 305 , ed . 1853 . generous patron . His purse was ever open to the vi . PREFACE .
... reviewer thinks " there can be little hesitation in ascribing it to Southey . " See the lines , " Hence to the altar , " & c . , in his Poems , p . 305 , ed . 1853 . generous patron . His purse was ever open to the vi . PREFACE .
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... poets , - or to dwell on the merits of the great painters whose works adorned his walls . - By slow decay , and without any suffering , he died in St. James's Place , 18th December , 1855 . From my first introduction to Mr. Rogers , I ...
... poets , - or to dwell on the merits of the great painters whose works adorned his walls . - By slow decay , and without any suffering , he died in St. James's Place , 18th December , 1855 . From my first introduction to Mr. Rogers , I ...
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... poem On the Future Existence of Brutes , by Miss Seward , -Poet Works , ii . 58.-ED. " The last heads which remained on the Bar were those of Fletcher and Townley . Yesterday , ' says a news - writer of the 1st of April , 1772 , one of ...
... poem On the Future Existence of Brutes , by Miss Seward , -Poet Works , ii . 58.-ED. " The last heads which remained on the Bar were those of Fletcher and Townley . Yesterday , ' says a news - writer of the 1st of April , 1772 , one of ...
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... poems it was " written in . 1785 . " - The full title of this publication is An Ode to Superstition , with some other Poems . The small pieces an- nexed to the Ode are , lines " To a Lady on the Death of her Lover , " " The Sailor ...
... poems it was " written in . 1785 . " - The full title of this publication is An Ode to Superstition , with some other Poems . The small pieces an- nexed to the Ode are , lines " To a Lady on the Death of her Lover , " " The Sailor ...
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Стр. 194 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!
Стр. 238 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled And still his...
Стр. 28 - Years following years, steal something every day, At last they steal us from ourselves away; In one our frolics, one amusements end, In one a mistress drops, in one a friend...
Стр. 238 - tis haunted, holy ground; No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould, But one vast realm of wonder spreads around, And all the Muse's tales seem truly told, Till the sense aches with gazing to behold The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon; Each hill and dale, each deepening glen and wold Defies the power which crush'd thy temples gone: Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
Стр. 240 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land...
Стр. 38 - The blue-eyed myriads from the Baltic coast The prostrate South to the destroyer yields Her boasted titles and her golden fields • With grim delight the brood of winter view A brighter day, and heavens of azure hue, Scent the new fragrance of the breathing rose, And quaff the pendent vintage as it grows.
Стр. 207 - I wish you would do something for poor Wordsworth, who is in such * " Coleridge," writes Wordsworth, " was at that time in bad spirits, and somewhat too much in love with his own dejection...
Стр. 229 - No; he never took soup.' - Would he take some fish? 'No; he never took fish.' - Presently I asked if he would eat some mutton? 'No; he never ate mutton.' - I then asked if he would take a glass of wine? 'No; he never tasted wine.' — It was now necessary to inquire what he did eat and drink; and the answer was, 'Nothing but hard biscuits and soda-water.
Стр. 99 - I i reflect not only, that a character of virtues so happily tempered by one another, and so wholly unalloyed with any vices, as that of Washington, is hardly to be found in the pages of history...
Стр. 222 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils : The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.