Men, Women, and Books: A Selection of Sketches, Essays, and Critical Memoirs, from His Uncollected Prose Writings, Հատոր 1
Smith, Elder and Company, 1847
V. 1. Fiction and matter of fact. Inside of an omnibus. Day of the disasters of Carlington Blundell. Visit to the zoological gardens. A man introduced to his ancestors. Novel party. Beds and bedrooms. World of books. Jack Abbott's breakfast. On seeing a pigeon make love. Month of May. The Giuli tre. Few remarks on the cure vice called lying. Criticism on female beauty. Of deceased statesmen who have written verses. Female sovereigns of England -- v. 2. Social morality. Pope. Garth, physicians, and love-letters. Cowley and Thomson. Bookstalls and "Galateo". Bookbinding and "Heliodorus". Ververt, or, The parrot of the nuns. Specimens of British poetesses. Duchess of St. Albans, and marriages from the state. Lady Mary Wortley Montagu. Life and African visit of Pepys. Life and letters of Madame de Sévigné.
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Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1847
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Էջ 249 - And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Էջ 264 - Sotto quel sta, quasi fra due vallette, La bocca sparsa di natio cinabro : Quivi due filze son di perle elette, Che chiude ed apre un bello e dolce labro ; Quindi escon le cortesi parolette Da render molle ogni cor rozzo e scabro ; Quivi si forma quel suave riso Ch' apre a sua posta in terra il paradiso.
Էջ 298 - And like the three-fork'd lightning, first Breaking the clouds where it was nurst, Did thorough his own side His fiery way divide: For 'tis all one to courage high, The emulous, or enemy; And with such, to enclose Is more than to oppose. Then burning through the air he went And palaces and temples rent; And Caesar's head at last Did through his laurels blast.
Էջ 128 - And, more, to lulle him in his slumber soft, A trickling streame from high rock tumbling downe, And ever-drizling raine upon the loft, Mixt with a murmuring winde, much like the sowne Of swarming bees, did cast him in a swowne: No other noyse, nor peoples troublous cryes, As still are wont t' annoy the walled towne, Might there be heard: but carelesse Quiet lyes, Wrapt in eternall silence farre from enimyes.
Էջ 270 - The fanning wind upon her bosom blows, To meet the fanning wind the bosom rose : The fanning wind and purling streams continue her repose.
Էջ 260 - Nay, but, Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! not a glance but speaks and kindles some thought of love! Then, Jack, her cheeks! her cheeks, Jack! so deeply blushing, at the insinuations of her tell-tale eyes!
Էջ 261 - With that she dashed her on the lips So dyed double red ; Hard was the heart that gave the blow, Soft were those lips that bled.
Էջ 187 - Where slaves once more their native land behold, No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold. To Be, contents his natural desire, He asks no Angel's wing, no Seraph's fire; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
Էջ 298 - Tis madness to resist or blame The face of angry heaven's flame ; And if we would speak true, Much to the Man is due Who, from his private gardens, where He lived reserved and austere (As if his highest plot To plant the bergamot) Could by industrious valour climb To ruin the great work of time, And cast the Kingdoms old Into another mould.