Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places, and PeopleHarper, 1862 - Всего страниц: 558 |
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... death ; it is even uncertain that Raleigh was the author ; but that it is of that age is beyond all doubt ; so is its extraordinary beauty - a beauty quite free from the conceits which deform too many of our finest old lyrics . Go ...
... death ; it is even uncertain that Raleigh was the author ; but that it is of that age is beyond all doubt ; so is its extraordinary beauty - a beauty quite free from the conceits which deform too many of our finest old lyrics . Go ...
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... death of fire , that noble maid they bore , She only smiled - O'Driscoll's child ! -she thought of Baltimore ! ' Tis two long years since sank the town beneath that bloody band , And all around its trampled hearths a larger concourse ...
... death of fire , that noble maid they bore , She only smiled - O'Driscoll's child ! -she thought of Baltimore ! ' Tis two long years since sank the town beneath that bloody band , And all around its trampled hearths a larger concourse ...
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... death they rush , but rude their shock , not unavenged they died . On , through the camp the column trod , King Louis turned his rein : " Not yet , my liege , " Saxe interposed , " the Irish troops remain . " And Fontenoy , famed ...
... death they rush , but rude their shock , not unavenged they died . On , through the camp the column trod , King Louis turned his rein : " Not yet , my liege , " Saxe interposed , " the Irish troops remain . " And Fontenoy , famed ...
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... death , the night . My house , a cottage more Than palace ; and should fitting be For all my use , no luxury . My garden painted o'er With nature's hand , not art's ; and pleasures yield , Horace might envy in his Sabine field . " Thus ...
... death , the night . My house , a cottage more Than palace ; and should fitting be For all my use , no luxury . My garden painted o'er With nature's hand , not art's ; and pleasures yield , Horace might envy in his Sabine field . " Thus ...
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... death , making in one of his letters a kind commemoration of the happiness which they two had enjoyed together , he adds at last , that he thought it no disparagement to those qualifications of their life , that , in the midst of the ...
... death , making in one of his letters a kind commemoration of the happiness which they two had enjoyed together , he adds at last , that he thought it no disparagement to those qualifications of their life , that , in the midst of the ...
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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...