Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Том 1R. Bentley, 1853 |
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... - ornamented lodge , lies the road to the ancient seat of the Blounts , a house made famous by Pope , where the fair ladies of his love , the sisters Martha and Teresa , lived and died . A fine old place it is ; and 4 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
... - ornamented lodge , lies the road to the ancient seat of the Blounts , a house made famous by Pope , where the fair ladies of his love , the sisters Martha and Teresa , lived and died . A fine old place it is ; and 4 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
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... ladies of that name being its present possessors . All my life I had heard of Grays ' Court ; of the rich yet wild country in which it is placed ; of the park so finely undulated , and so profusely covered by magnificent timber ; of the ...
... ladies of that name being its present possessors . All my life I had heard of Grays ' Court ; of the rich yet wild country in which it is placed ; of the park so finely undulated , and so profusely covered by magnificent timber ; of the ...
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... ladies of the Court admit- ting few beyond their own immediate connections and nearest friends . One class , to be sure , finds its way there as if by instinct - the poor , who , as the birds of the air detect the grain under the ...
... ladies of the Court admit- ting few beyond their own immediate connections and nearest friends . One class , to be sure , finds its way there as if by instinct - the poor , who , as the birds of the air detect the grain under the ...
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... lady of his love ( Lucy Sacheverel ) , hearing that he had died of his wounds at Dunkirk , was married to another person ; and oppressed with want and misery he fell into a consumption . Wood re- lates that " he became very poor in body ...
... lady of his love ( Lucy Sacheverel ) , hearing that he had died of his wounds at Dunkirk , was married to another person ; and oppressed with want and misery he fell into a consumption . Wood re- lates that " he became very poor in body ...
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... lady did the same . My dear and only love , I pray This noble world of thee , Be governed by no other sway Than purest monarchy . For if confusion have a part , Which virtuous souls abhor , And hold a synod in thy heart , I'll never ...
... lady did the same . My dear and only love , I pray This noble world of thee , Be governed by no other sway Than purest monarchy . For if confusion have a part , Which virtuous souls abhor , And hold a synod in thy heart , I'll never ...
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Стр. 340 - STUDIES serve for delight, for ornament, and for ability. Their chief use for delight is in privateness and retiring; for ornament is in discourse; and for ability is in the judgment and disposition of business...
Стр. 43 - 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. 148 - Rise, O ever rise ; Rise like a cloud of incense from the earth ! Thou kingly Spirit throned among the hills, Thou dread ambassador from earth to heaven, Great hierarch ! tell thou the silent sky, And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun, Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
Стр. 193 - Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river: Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurl'd — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world!
Стр. 344 - ... our sage and serious poet Spenser, whom I dare be known to think a better teacher than Scotus or Aquinas, describing true temperance under the person of Guion, brings him in with his Palmer through the cave of Mammon, and the bower of earthly bliss, that he might see and know, and yet abstain.
Стр. 194 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Стр. 324 - What wondrous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head ; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine ; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach ; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Стр. 330 - Did clap their bloody hands ; He nothing common did, or mean, Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try ; Nor called the gods with vulgar spite To vindicate his helpless right, But bowed his comely head Down, as upon a bed.
Стр. 15 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Стр. 146 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam ? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest...