Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places, and PeopleHarper, 1862 - Всего страниц: 558 |
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... Lady Place , where , in demolishing the house , care had been taken to preserve the vaults in which the great Whig leaders wrote and signed the famous letter to William of Orange , which drove James the Second from the throne . A gloomy ...
... Lady Place , where , in demolishing the house , care had been taken to preserve the vaults in which the great Whig leaders wrote and signed the famous letter to William of Orange , which drove James the Second from the throne . A gloomy ...
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... Ladies , dear ladies , if one could be sure that no man would open this book , if we were altogether in ( female ) parliament assembled , without a single male creature within hearing , might we not acknowledge that the sex , especially ...
... Ladies , dear ladies , if one could be sure that no man would open this book , if we were altogether in ( female ) parliament assembled , without a single male creature within hearing , might we not acknowledge that the sex , especially ...
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... ladies whereof were assembled one morning dolefully enough in an elegant drawing - room . It was what sportsmen are pleased to call " a fine open day ; " which , being interpreted according to the feminine version , means every variety ...
... ladies whereof were assembled one morning dolefully enough in an elegant drawing - room . It was what sportsmen are pleased to call " a fine open day ; " which , being interpreted according to the feminine version , means every variety ...
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... lady into a game of romps . Lastly , appears the most solemn troop of all , a grave company of geese and goslings , with the gander at their head , marching with the decorum and dignity proper to the birds who saved Rome . Fanchon , who ...
... lady into a game of romps . Lastly , appears the most solemn troop of all , a grave company of geese and goslings , with the gander at their head , marching with the decorum and dignity proper to the birds who saved Rome . Fanchon , who ...
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... lady ) ; Fanchon she stroked , and of Flush , the dear old dog , now lying under the rose - tree , she talked ; then , to leave no one unpropitiated , she threw out a word of pleasant augury , a sort of gratuitous fortune - telling , to ...
... lady ) ; Fanchon she stroked , and of Flush , the dear old dog , now lying under the rose - tree , she talked ; then , to leave no one unpropitiated , she threw out a word of pleasant augury , a sort of gratuitous fortune - telling , to ...
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Стр. 317 - Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower: Like a glowworm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view: Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers,...
Стр. 397 - Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between...
Стр. 548 - I know they are as lively, and as vigorously productive, as those fabulous dragon's teeth ; and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book. Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image ; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were in the eye.
Стр. 318 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Стр. 140 - The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind : but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it; till I am solitary, and cannot impart it; till I am known, and do not want it. I hope it is no very cynical asperity not to confess obligations where no benefit has been received ; or to be unwilling that the public should consider me as owing that to a patron which Providence has enabled me to do for myself.
Стр. 317 - 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. 320 - 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.
Стр. 244 - 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. 396 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun 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. 149 - BLOSSOMS Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast ? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last. What, were ye born to be An hour or half's delight, And so to bid good-night ? 'Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave : And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into...