Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places and PeopleHarper, 1852 - 558 էջ |
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... true love , No harper , but a kyng . " O ladye , this is thy owne true love , As playnlye thou mayst see ; And I'll rid thee of that foul paynim , Who parts thy love and thee . " . The ladye lookt and the ladye blusht , And blusht and ...
... true love , No harper , but a kyng . " O ladye , this is thy owne true love , As playnlye thou mayst see ; And I'll rid thee of that foul paynim , Who parts thy love and thee . " . The ladye lookt and the ladye blusht , And blusht and ...
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... true in its tender- ness as the gushing notes of a bird to his sitting mate , have been poured forth by a man whom the whole world agreed in hating ? After all , we have no need to meddle with this vexed question . Let us be content to ...
... true in its tender- ness as the gushing notes of a bird to his sitting mate , have been poured forth by a man whom the whole world agreed in hating ? After all , we have no need to meddle with this vexed question . Let us be content to ...
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... true love must urge them to the shore , They bring some lover to his bride , who sighs in Baltimore . All , all asleep within each roof along that rocky street , And these must be the lover's friends , with gently gliding feet ; — A ...
... true love must urge them to the shore , They bring some lover to his bride , who sighs in Baltimore . All , all asleep within each roof along that rocky street , And these must be the lover's friends , with gently gliding feet ; — A ...
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... True is Maire bhan astoir , Tried is Maire bhan astoir , Had I wings I'd never soar From my Maire bhan astoir . There are lands where manly toil Surely reaps the crop it sows , Glorious woods and teeming soil Where the broad Missouri ...
... True is Maire bhan astoir , Tried is Maire bhan astoir , Had I wings I'd never soar From my Maire bhan astoir . There are lands where manly toil Surely reaps the crop it sows , Glorious woods and teeming soil Where the broad Missouri ...
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... true . " Lord Clare , " he says , " you have your wish , there are your Saxon foes ! " The Marshal almost smiles to see how furiously he goes ! How fierce the look these exiles wear , who're wont to be so gay ! The treasured wrongs of ...
... true . " Lord Clare , " he says , " you have your wish , there are your Saxon foes ! " The Marshal almost smiles to see how furiously he goes ! How fierce the look these exiles wear , who're wont to be so gay ! The treasured wrongs of ...
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Recollections of a Literary Life: Or Books, Places and People Mary Russell Mitford Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1858 |
Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Հատոր 1 Mary Russell Mitford Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1852 |
Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places, and People, Հատոր 1 Mary Russell Mitford Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1852 |
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Էջ 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.
Էջ 547 - 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. For expert men can execute, and perhaps judge of particulars, one by one ; but the general counsels, and the plots, and marshalling of affairs come best from those that are learned.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 431 - Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other? Alas! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun! Oh! it was pitiful! Near a whole city full, Home she had none.
Էջ 428 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Էջ 396 - 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 ! God!
Էջ 320 - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Էջ 319 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Էջ 397 - 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 smiles.
Էջ 317 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.