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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... wrote it while I was in my teens , and afterwards touched it up . I paid down to the According to a note in Mr. R.'s collected poems it was " written in . 1785 . " - The full title of this publication is An Ode to Superstition , with ...
... wrote it while I was in my teens , and afterwards touched it up . I paid down to the According to a note in Mr. R.'s collected poems it was " written in . 1785 . " - The full title of this publication is An Ode to Superstition , with ...
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... leads me to hope she was very young when she wrote them . " Letter of Hannah More , in her Memoirs , & c . vol . i . 358 , third ed.-ED. Pope has sometimes a beautiful line rhyming to a very TABLE - TALK OF SAMUEL ROGERS . 27.
... leads me to hope she was very young when she wrote them . " Letter of Hannah More , in her Memoirs , & c . vol . i . 358 , third ed.-ED. Pope has sometimes a beautiful line rhyming to a very TABLE - TALK OF SAMUEL ROGERS . 27.
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... wrote is in his Imitation of the First Satire of the Second Book of Horace ; " Bare the mean heart that lurks beneath a star . " The want of pauses is the main blemish in Pope's versification : I can't recollect at this moment any pause ...
... wrote is in his Imitation of the First Satire of the Second Book of Horace ; " Bare the mean heart that lurks beneath a star . " The want of pauses is the main blemish in Pope's versification : I can't recollect at this moment any pause ...
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... wrote to each other occasionally during several years ; but his letters , to my surprise and disappointment , were of the most commonplace de- scription . Yet his published writings display no ordinary talent ; and , like those of ...
... wrote to each other occasionally during several years ; but his letters , to my surprise and disappointment , were of the most commonplace de- scription . Yet his published writings display no ordinary talent ; and , like those of ...
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... : but her Cherokee Death - Song , and several other small pieces which she wrote for music , are far from contemptible : Bee her Poems , 1802. - ED .. His Sir John Henry Moore , who died in his TABLE - TALK OF SAMUEL ROGERS . 47.
... : but her Cherokee Death - Song , and several other small pieces which she wrote for music , are far from contemptible : Bee her Poems , 1802. - ED .. His Sir John Henry Moore , who died in his TABLE - TALK OF SAMUEL ROGERS . 47.
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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...
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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.
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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.