Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places, and PeopleHarper, 1862 - Всего страниц: 558 |
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... living boat ! The threatful male , as he sails ahead , Like a champion proud and brave , Makes with his ruffling wings outspread , Fierce jerks along the wave . He tramples the stream , as we pass him by , In wrath from its surface ...
... living boat ! The threatful male , as he sails ahead , Like a champion proud and brave , Makes with his ruffling wings outspread , Fierce jerks along the wave . He tramples the stream , as we pass him by , In wrath from its surface ...
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... living as a cobbler , offered at least the hope of education ; accord- ingly , to the great amazement and regret of good John Watson , who had been uniformly kind to him , and to whom he could hardly summon courage to announce his ...
... living as a cobbler , offered at least the hope of education ; accord- ingly , to the great amazement and regret of good John Watson , who had been uniformly kind to him , and to whom he could hardly summon courage to announce his ...
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... Living in the country , one falls into the habit of choosing out a fitting nest for that enjoyment , and with Beaumont and Fletcher especially , to whose dramatic fascinations I have the happy knack of abandoning myself , without ...
... Living in the country , one falls into the habit of choosing out a fitting nest for that enjoyment , and with Beaumont and Fletcher especially , to whose dramatic fascinations I have the happy knack of abandoning myself , without ...
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... living instance , having been talked into buying a pair at that rate only the last Saturday that ever fell . I confess to liking the gipsys : strange , wild , peculiar people , whose origin , whose history , whose very language is a ...
... living instance , having been talked into buying a pair at that rate only the last Saturday that ever fell . I confess to liking the gipsys : strange , wild , peculiar people , whose origin , whose history , whose very language is a ...
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... living writer . The other was the subject of this paper . Winthrop Mackworth Praed ( I wish it had pleased his god- fathers and godmothers to bestow upon him a plain English Chris- tian name , and spare him and me the vulgar abomination ...
... living writer . The other was the subject of this paper . Winthrop Mackworth Praed ( I wish it had pleased his god- fathers and godmothers to bestow upon him a plain English Chris- tian name , and spare him and me the vulgar abomination ...
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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...