An excursion to Windsor, in July 1810. Also A sail down the river Medway, July, 1811. To which is annexed, a Journal of a trip to Paris, in the autumn of 1816, by John Evans, jun1817 |
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... Horace Walpole , the late Lord Orford , makes this nice calculation : - " The first Vo- lume is so highly finished , that it resembles a rich piece of painting in enamel . The second and third Volumes are of inferior composition . The ...
... Horace Walpole , the late Lord Orford , makes this nice calculation : - " The first Vo- lume is so highly finished , that it resembles a rich piece of painting in enamel . The second and third Volumes are of inferior composition . The ...
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... Horace , and a volume of " Notes on Pope , " as well as an edition of his Version of Homer's Iliad and Odyssey . As an ardent friend of civil and religious liberty he was the author of several political pamphlets ; one of which , in ...
... Horace , and a volume of " Notes on Pope , " as well as an edition of his Version of Homer's Iliad and Odyssey . As an ardent friend of civil and religious liberty he was the author of several political pamphlets ; one of which , in ...
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... with their gay streamers full of genteel and well - dressed company . From the continuity of flowing water , Horace has derived a charming simile , thus con- 1 106 FOLLY OF PROCRASTINATION . demning the idle man F 3 105.
... with their gay streamers full of genteel and well - dressed company . From the continuity of flowing water , Horace has derived a charming simile , thus con- 1 106 FOLLY OF PROCRASTINATION . demning the idle man F 3 105.
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... Horace blush and Virgil too ! Nor would I omit noticing a stone raised by POPE himself to the memory of his nurse ; it is to be found on the outside of the church and evinces the obli- gations he felt for the care taken of him in his in ...
... Horace blush and Virgil too ! Nor would I omit noticing a stone raised by POPE himself to the memory of his nurse ; it is to be found on the outside of the church and evinces the obli- gations he felt for the care taken of him in his in ...
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... Horace that lay on the table , and , in turning it over , dipt on the first Satire of the second book . He observed , how well that would suit my case if I were to imitate it in English . After he was gone I read it over , translated it ...
... Horace that lay on the table , and , in turning it over , dipt on the first Satire of the second book . He observed , how well that would suit my case if I were to imitate it in English . After he was gone I read it over , translated it ...
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Стр. 328 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Стр. 378 - Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas ! for other notes repine ; A different object do these eyes require ; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Стр. 374 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful ! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Стр. 120 - Me, let the tender office long engage, To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky...
Стр. 367 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain, Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient...
Стр. 21 - I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains.
Стр. 428 - O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Стр. 428 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Стр. 407 - From wandering on a foreign strand? If such there breathe, go mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, Despite those titles, power and pelf, The wretch concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Стр. 351 - Windsor's heights th' expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver-winding way.