Men I Have KnownG. Routledge and sons, 1866 - Всего страниц: 409 |
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ADDENDA admirable amusing anecdote appeared artist beautiful believe bibliomania Bremhill British Captain Crozier Chantrey character Charles Dibdin Coleridge Crozier curious D'Israeli death delightful Dibdin Do-do Drummond Castle early Edward Forbes eminent enjoyed entertaining excellent extraordinary fame fancy feeling fortune Franklin genius gentleman honour hope human imagine James Clark Ross John Galt labours lady learned less literary literature living London look Lord Lord Aberdeen Lord Brougham Lord de Tabley manner matters memory ment merits mind native nature never noble notice observed occasion opinion original party patriotic period poet poetry political popular productions rank remarkable Ross Royal seemed Sharon Turner Sir John sketch social society Southey spirit strange Tabley Tabley House talent taste Thomas Cubitt tion took traits truly truth verse voyage whilst William Pinnock Willoughby witness wonderful worthy writing
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Стр. 478 - tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Стр. 137 - In vain for him th' officious wife prepares The fire fair-blazing and the vestment warm ; In vain his little children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas! Nor wife nor children more shall he behold, Nor friends nor sacred home: on every nerve The deadly Winter seizes, shuts up sense, And, o'er his inmost vitals creeping cold, Lays him along the snows a stiffened corse, Stretched out and bleaching in the northern blast.
Стр. 342 - By a daisy, whose leaves spread, Shut when Titan goes to bed ; Or a shady bush or tree, She could more infuse in me Than all Nature's beauties can In some other wiser man.
Стр. 349 - Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe the enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Стр. 58 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirth-moving jest, Which his fair tongue, conceit's expositor, Delivers in such apt and gracious words That aged ears play truant at his tales And younger hearings are quite ravished...
Стр. 276 - Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Стр. 132 - ... threescore years can give : I now, on the eve of my departure declare to you, (and earnestly pray that you may hereafter live and act on the conviction,) that health is a great blessing; competence, obtained by honourable industry, a great blessing ; and a great blessing it is to have...
Стр. 28 - How sweet the tuneful bells responsive peal ! As when, at opening morn, the fragrant breeze Breathes on the trembling sense of wan disease, So piercing to my heart their force I feel ! And hark ! with lessening cadence now they fall, And now along the white and level tide They fling their melancholy music wide, Bidding me many a tender thought recall Of...
Стр. 16 - Eight !List to that low funereal bell : It is tolling, alas ! a living man's knell ! — And see ! — from forth that opening door They come — HE steps that threshold o'er Who never shall tread upon threshold more...
Стр. 28 - When by my native streams, in life's fair prime, The mournful magic of their mingling chime First waked my wondering childhood into tears! But seeming now, when all those days are o'er, The sounds of joy once heard and heard no more.