The Man about Town, Հատորներ 1-2E. L. Carey & A. Hart, 1839 |
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Արդյունքներ 46–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... song of Gammer Yea - by - Nay . It is full of sarcasms , mockqueries , bitter taunts , nipping bobs , derisive quips , biting jerks , and con- tradictory iterations , the one part destroying the other . " - RABELAIS . " I , too , am in ...
... song of Gammer Yea - by - Nay . It is full of sarcasms , mockqueries , bitter taunts , nipping bobs , derisive quips , biting jerks , and con- tradictory iterations , the one part destroying the other . " - RABELAIS . " I , too , am in ...
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... song , " and wobbling its native hob - notes wild , descanted on the dear pleasures of " Sweet Home . " The trivet seemed as though it impertiently demanded of him whether he was as right as that same ? The brass footman looked hurt ...
... song , " and wobbling its native hob - notes wild , descanted on the dear pleasures of " Sweet Home . " The trivet seemed as though it impertiently demanded of him whether he was as right as that same ? The brass footman looked hurt ...
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... songs , Attired in sweetness , sweetly is not driven Quite to forget Earth's turmoils , spites , and wrongs , And lift a reverend eye and thought to heaven ? " How beautiful come their voices upon the ear of the lonely wanderer ! How ...
... songs , Attired in sweetness , sweetly is not driven Quite to forget Earth's turmoils , spites , and wrongs , And lift a reverend eye and thought to heaven ? " How beautiful come their voices upon the ear of the lonely wanderer ! How ...
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... song : Where every tiny thing that flies and creeps Some feeble language owns , its prayer to raise ; Where all that lives , by noise or silence keeps A daily sabbath in their Maker's praise ! There , free from labour , let my musings ...
... song : Where every tiny thing that flies and creeps Some feeble language owns , its prayer to raise ; Where all that lives , by noise or silence keeps A daily sabbath in their Maker's praise ! There , free from labour , let my musings ...
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... song " to parting day " -and I was young , that now am old - and full of hope , that now sometimes despond ! " The world was all before me ; " - and I had to travel it over with pain and travail : " Some part o ' the way I thought to ...
... song " to parting day " -and I was young , that now am old - and full of hope , that now sometimes despond ! " The world was all before me ; " - and I had to travel it over with pain and travail : " Some part o ' the way I thought to ...
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Էջ 50 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Էջ 177 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise— Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Էջ 48 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon and an English man-of-war. Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Էջ 24 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity, That when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream and solemn vision Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear ; Till oft converse with heavenly habitants Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, Till all be made immortal.
Էջ 31 - How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet, now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still, Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on! With easy force it opens all the cells Where memory slept. Wherever I have heard A kindred melody, the scene recurs, And with it all its pleasures and its pains.
Էջ 49 - AH, Ben ! Say how or when Shall we, thy guests, Meet at those lyric feasts Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun ; Where we such clusters had As made us nobly wild, not mad ? And yet each verse of thine Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
Էջ 47 - Many were the wit-combats betwixt him and Ben Jonson; which two I behold like a Spanish great galleon and an English man-of-war; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning; solid, but slow in his performances. Shakespeare...
Էջ 47 - Beaumont, Fletcher, Selden, Cotton, Carew, Martin, Donne, and many others, whose names, even at this distant period, call up a mingled feeling of reverence and respect.
Էջ 19 - A silver stream shall roll his waters near, Gilt with the sunbeams here and there, On whose enamelled bank I 'll walk, And see how prettily they smile, and hear How prettily they talk.
Էջ 23 - How charming is divine philosophy ! Not harsh, and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.