Recollections of a Literary Life: And Selections from My Favourite Poets and Prose WritersBentley, 1883 - Всего страниц: 516 |
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... happy hour seemed to live again in my memory and my heart . But no higher plea- sure can it afford me , than the opportunity of expressing to you my sincere respect and admiration for talent , especially dramatic talent not even yet ...
... happy hour seemed to live again in my memory and my heart . But no higher plea- sure can it afford me , than the opportunity of expressing to you my sincere respect and admiration for talent , especially dramatic talent not even yet ...
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... happy childhood . In common with many only children , especially where the mother is of a grave and home - loving naturę , I learned to read at a very early age . Before I was three years old my father would perch me on the breakfast ...
... happy childhood . In common with many only children , especially where the mother is of a grave and home - loving naturę , I learned to read at a very early age . Before I was three years old my father would perch me on the breakfast ...
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... Happy , happy days ! It is good to have the memory of such a child- hood ! to be able to call up past delights by the mere sight and sound of Chevy Chase or the Battle of Otterbourne . And as time wore on the fine ballad of " King ...
... Happy , happy days ! It is good to have the memory of such a child- hood ! to be able to call up past delights by the mere sight and sound of Chevy Chase or the Battle of Otterbourne . And as time wore on the fine ballad of " King ...
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... happy eyes Of my Maire bhan astoir . Mild is Maire bhan astoir , Mine is Maire bhan astoir , Saints will watch about the door Of my Maire bhan astoir . I subjoin one of the lyrics , a ballad of the " Brigade , " which produced so much ...
... happy eyes Of my Maire bhan astoir . Mild is Maire bhan astoir , Mine is Maire bhan astoir , Saints will watch about the door Of my Maire bhan astoir . I subjoin one of the lyrics , a ballad of the " Brigade , " which produced so much ...
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... happy state , I would not fear , nor wish my fate ; But boldly say each night , To - morrow let my sun his beams display , Or in clouds hide them - I have lived to - day . " You may see by it I was even then acquainted with the poets ...
... happy state , I would not fear , nor wish my fate ; But boldly say each night , To - morrow let my sun his beams display , Or in clouds hide them - I have lived to - day . " You may see by it I was even then acquainted with the poets ...
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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.