Recollections of a Literary Life: And Selections from My Favourite Poets and Prose WritersBentley, 1883 - Всего страниц: 516 |
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... fear that the choicest morsels of my book , the delicious specimens of Cowley's prose , may come under the same category . Ah ! I wish I were as sure of my original matter as I am of my selections . It is right to say that a few of ...
... fear that the choicest morsels of my book , the delicious specimens of Cowley's prose , may come under the same category . Ah ! I wish I were as sure of my original matter as I am of my selections . It is right to say that a few of ...
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... Fear not to touch the best , The truth shall be thy warrant . Go , since I needs must die , And give the world the lie . Go tell the Court it glows And shines like rotten wood ; Go tell the Church it shows Men's good , and doth no good ...
... Fear not to touch the best , The truth shall be thy warrant . Go , since I needs must die , And give the world the lie . Go tell the Court it glows And shines like rotten wood ; Go tell the Church it shows Men's good , and doth no good ...
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... fear . What though no grant of royal donors With pompous titles grace our blood ? We'll shine in more substantial honours , And to be noble we'll be good . Our name , while virtue thus we tender , Shall sweetly sound where'er ' tis ...
... fear . What though no grant of royal donors With pompous titles grace our blood ? We'll shine in more substantial honours , And to be noble we'll be good . Our name , while virtue thus we tender , Shall sweetly sound where'er ' tis ...
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... fear to you Stand up so near to you- Och out of fear to you , Soggarth aroon ! Who in the winter night , Soggarth aroon , When the could blast did bite , Soggarth aroon , * Anglicè , Priest dear . Came to my cabin - door , And on my C 2 ...
... fear to you Stand up so near to you- Och out of fear to you , Soggarth aroon ! Who in the winter night , Soggarth aroon , When the could blast did bite , Soggarth aroon , * Anglicè , Priest dear . Came to my cabin - door , And on my C 2 ...
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... - tryman , and a kind act to another . He died in the vigour of his age ; married , and , as I fear , poor . The too frequent story of a man of genius . III . AUTHORS ASSOCIATED WITH PLACES . VISIT TO TAPLOW A LITERARY LIFE . 17 21.
... - tryman , and a kind act to another . He died in the vigour of his age ; married , and , as I fear , poor . The too frequent story of a man of genius . III . AUTHORS ASSOCIATED WITH PLACES . VISIT TO TAPLOW A LITERARY LIFE . 17 21.
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admirable amongst ballads beautiful Ben Jonson bird Bonny Dundee Bradshaigh bright brother called charming dear death delight doth EACUS English EURIPIDES eyes fair father fear feeling flowers Gelert gentlemen Gerald Griffin give Goodere grace hand happy hath hear heard heart Hepzibah honour horse Joanna Baillie John Banim John Clare King knew Kyng lady laughed letters light lived look Lord Mahony maid mignonette Molière morning murder nature never night noble o'er once Pan is dead passed person pleasure poems poet poetry poor praise round SACK OF BALTIMORE scene seemed sing smile song spirit story sweet tears tell thee There's things Thomas Holcroft thou thought took trees Ufton Court verse walk whilst wild Winthrop Mackworth Praed wirra-sthru wonder words write wyfe XANTHIAS young youth
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Стр. 61 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian. Whose portal we call Death.
Стр. 295 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Стр. 185 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Стр. 87 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again, , bring again, ' . -' Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Стр. 167 - Not a word to each other ; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Стр. 226 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Стр. 185 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Стр. 368 - 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!
Стр. 293 - What thou art we know not : what is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
Стр. 296 - 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.