Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places and PeopleHarper, 1852 - Всего страниц: 558 |
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... head sette Hunge lowe down to her knee ; And every rynge on her smalle finger Shone of the chrystall free . Sayes , " Christ you save , my deare madame ; " Sayes , " Christ you save and see ! " Sayes , " You be welcome , Kyng Estmere ...
... head sette Hunge lowe down to her knee ; And every rynge on her smalle finger Shone of the chrystall free . Sayes , " Christ you save , my deare madame ; " Sayes , " Christ you save and see ! " Sayes , " You be welcome , Kyng Estmere ...
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... head , not of the heart . This poem , at least , may vie with those of Gerald Griffin in the high and rare merit of conveying the noblest sentiments in the simplest language . Away ! let naught to love displeasing , My Winifreda , move ...
... head , not of the heart . This poem , at least , may vie with those of Gerald Griffin in the high and rare merit of conveying the noblest sentiments in the simplest language . Away ! let naught to love displeasing , My Winifreda , move ...
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... head . Steady they step adown the slope , steady they mount the hill , Steady they load , steady they fire , moving right onward still , Betwixt the wood and Fontenoy , as through a furnace blast , Through rampart , trench and palisade ...
... head . Steady they step adown the slope , steady they mount the hill , Steady they load , steady they fire , moving right onward still , Betwixt the wood and Fontenoy , as through a furnace blast , Through rampart , trench and palisade ...
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... head Windsor - ward . Then we reviewed the haunts of Gray , the house at Stoke Pogis , and the church - yard where he is buried , and which con- tains the touching epitaph wherein the pious son commemorates " the careful mother of many ...
... head Windsor - ward . Then we reviewed the haunts of Gray , the house at Stoke Pogis , and the church - yard where he is buried , and which con- tains the touching epitaph wherein the pious son commemorates " the careful mother of many ...
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... head of the school of poets called metaphysical , he is now chiefly known by those prose essays , all too short and all too few , which , whether for thought or for expression , have rarely been excelled by any writer in any language ...
... head of the school of poets called metaphysical , he is now chiefly known by those prose essays , all too short and all too few , which , whether for thought or for expression , have rarely been excelled by any writer in any language ...
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Recollections of a Literary Life: Or Books, Places and People Mary Russell Mitford Полный просмотр - 1858 |
Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places and People Mary Russell Mitford Полный просмотр - 1852 |
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Стр. 540 - Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit: and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not. Histories make men wise; poets witty; the mathematics subtile; natural philosophy deep; moral grave; logic and rhetoric able to contend.
Стр. 388 - 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. 527 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness: The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds and other seas, Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Стр. 431 - Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part. Nay, I have done; you get no more of me, And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Стр. 173 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on.
Стр. 234 - 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. 420 - O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Стр. 139 - 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 the grave.
Стр. 314 - 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. 130 - The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labors, 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.