Reginald Dalton, Том 1W. Blackwood, 1823 - Всего страниц: 337 |
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Стр. 153 - 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 smilw.
Стр. 153 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition , sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn ; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Стр. 130 - Oblivion is not to be hired: the greater part must be content to be as though they had not been, to be found in the Register of God, not in the record of man.
Стр. 24 - Tis one of those who needs must leave the path Of the world's business to go wild alone: His arms have a perpetual holiday ; The happy man will creep about the fields, Following his fancies by the hour, to bring Tears down his cheek, or solitary smiles Into his face, until the setting sun Write fool upon his forehead.
Стр. 275 - In short, by this time the High-street of Oxford exhibited a scene as different from its customary solemnity and silence, as it is possible to imagine. Conceive several hundreds of young men in caps, or gowns, or both, but all of them, without exception, wearing some part of their academical insignia, retreating before a band rather more numerous, made up of apprentices, journeymen, labourers, bargemen — a motley mixture of every thing that, in the phrase of that classical region, passes under...
Стр. 278 - DO serious consequences ever attached or attributed to their occurrence. •}• " But to our story. Chisney and his companions, the wine of the Black Bear of Woodstock still fuming in their brains, were soon in the midst of the retreating togati ; and our friend Reginald, drest in the splendid attire of a Doctor of Physic, could scarcely, under all the circumstances, be blamed for following their guidance. Jem Brank stuck close to the party, wielding in his fist the fine goldlieaded cane of Mr Alderman...
Стр. 279 - The Science" (to use the language of Thalaba) "made itself to be felt" It was now that (in the words of Wordsworth) " the power of cudgels was a visible thing.
Стр. 343 - When the chill Sirocco blows, And Winter tells a heavy tale, When pyes and daws, and rooks and crows, Do sit and curse the frosts and snows, Then give me ale,
Стр. 280 - ... blows as far as Carfax, they rallied again under the shadow of that sacred edifice, and received there a welcome reinforcement from the purlieus of the Staffordshire canal, and the ingenuous youth of Penny-farthing street. Once more the tide of war was turned ; the gowned phalanx gave back— surly and slow, indeed, but still they did give back. On rolled the adverse and swelling tide with their • few plain instincts and their few plain rules.
Стр. 250 - Wide and far we £ould see nothing but the black water, and the waves leaping up here and there upon the sandbanks. " ' Well, sir, the poor dumb horses, they backed of themselves as the waters came gushing towards us. Looking round, snorting,' snuffing, and pricking their ears, the poor things seemed to be as sensible as ourselves to the sort of condition we were all in ; and while Ellen's hand wrung mine more and more closely, they also, one would have thought, were always shrinking nearer and nearer...