Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places and PeopleHarper, 1852 - Всего страниц: 558 |
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... father would perch me on the breakfast - table to exhibit my one accom- plishment to some admiring guest , who admired all the more , because , a small , puny child , looking far younger than I really was , nicely dressed , as only ...
... father would perch me on the breakfast - table to exhibit my one accom- plishment to some admiring guest , who admired all the more , because , a small , puny child , looking far younger than I really was , nicely dressed , as only ...
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... father , who spoilt me , did not know a word of it , but he hunted over all the shelves till he had found the volumes , that he might read it to me himself ; and then I grew unreasonable in my demand , and coaxed , and kissed , and ...
... father , who spoilt me , did not know a word of it , but he hunted over all the shelves till he had found the volumes , that he might read it to me himself ; and then I grew unreasonable in my demand , and coaxed , and kissed , and ...
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... father , handsomest and cheerfulest of men , and the great New- foundland dog Coe , who used to lie down at my feet , as if to in- vite me to mount him , and then to prance off with his burden , as if he enjoyed the fun as much as we ...
... father , handsomest and cheerfulest of men , and the great New- foundland dog Coe , who used to lie down at my feet , as if to in- vite me to mount him , and then to prance off with his burden , as if he enjoyed the fun as much as we ...
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... , Kyng Estmere , Right welcome unto me . " And iff you love me as you saye , So well and heartilée ; -All that ever you are comen about , Soone sped now itt may bee . " Then bespake her father deare : " My daughter , A LITERARY LIFE . 5.
... , Kyng Estmere , Right welcome unto me . " And iff you love me as you saye , So well and heartilée ; -All that ever you are comen about , Soone sped now itt may bee . " Then bespake her father deare : " My daughter , A LITERARY LIFE . 5.
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... father , Are stronglye built aboute ; And therefore of that foul paynim , Wee neede not stande in doubte . ' Plyghte me your troth nowe , Kyng Estmere , By Heaven and your righte hande , That you will marrye me to your wyfe , And make ...
... father , Are stronglye built aboute ; And therefore of that foul paynim , Wee neede not stande in doubte . ' Plyghte me your troth nowe , Kyng Estmere , By Heaven and your righte hande , That you will marrye me to your wyfe , And make ...
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Recollections of a Literary Life: Or Books, Places and People Mary Russell Mitford Полный просмотр - 1858 |
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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. 547 - STUDIES serve for delight, for ornament, and for ability. Their chief use for delight is in privateness and retiring ; for ornament, is in discourse ; and for ability, is in the judgment and disposition of business. For expert men can execute, and perhaps judge of particulars, one by one ; but the general counsels, and the plots, and marshalling of affairs come best from those that are learned.
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. 431 - Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other? Alas! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun! Oh! it was pitiful! Near a whole city full, Home she had none.
Стр. 428 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Стр. 396 - 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 ! God!
Стр. 320 - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Стр. 319 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Стр. 397 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows , simple wiles , Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Стр. 317 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.