Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Հատոր 1Richard Bentley, 1857 |
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... speare's text ; but who is almost as famous for his bitter and cynical temper , as for his acuteness as a verbal critic . Could this charming love - song , true in its tenderness as the gushing notes of a bird to A LITERARY LIFE . 15.
... speare's text ; but who is almost as famous for his bitter and cynical temper , as for his acuteness as a verbal critic . Could this charming love - song , true in its tenderness as the gushing notes of a bird to A LITERARY LIFE . 15.
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... songs are of the head , not of the heart . This poem , at least , may vie with those of Gerald Griffin in the high and rare merit of convey- ing the noblest sentiments in the simplest language . Away ! let nought to love displeasing ...
... songs are of the head , not of the heart . This poem , at least , may vie with those of Gerald Griffin in the high and rare merit of convey- ing the noblest sentiments in the simplest language . Away ! let nought to love displeasing ...
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... Song ! " I will deal more tenderly than he would have done with printer and reader , by giving them as little as I can of his beloved Cymric words ( such is the young Irish name for the old Irish language ) ; and by sparing them ...
... Song ! " I will deal more tenderly than he would have done with printer and reader , by giving them as little as I can of his beloved Cymric words ( such is the young Irish name for the old Irish language ) ; and by sparing them ...
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... SONG . In a valley far away , With my Maire bhan astoir , Short would be the summer day , Ever loving more and more . Winter days would all grow long With the light her heart would pour , With her kisses and her song And her loving ...
... SONG . In a valley far away , With my Maire bhan astoir , Short would be the summer day , Ever loving more and more . Winter days would all grow long With the light her heart would pour , With her kisses and her song And her loving ...
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... song , full of life and action ; too well calculated to excite that most excitable people , for whose gratification it was written . FONTENOY . ( 1745. ) Thrice , at the huts of Fontenoy , the English column failed ; And twice , the ...
... song , full of life and action ; too well calculated to excite that most excitable people , for whose gratification it was written . FONTENOY . ( 1745. ) Thrice , at the huts of Fontenoy , the English column failed ; And twice , the ...
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Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Հատոր 1 Mary Russell Mitford Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1853 |
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Էջ 325 - UNDERNEATH this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, SIDNEY'S sister, PEMBROKE'S mother ; Death ! ere thou hast slain another, Learn'd and fair, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Էջ 319 - Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep> Seated in thy silver chair State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
Էջ 86 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Էջ 262 - Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle...
Էջ 237 - for Aix is in sight ! " "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Էջ 311 - It is accomplished. The deed is done. He retreats, retraces his steps to the window, passes out through it as he came in, and escapes. He has done the murder; no eye has seen him, no ear has heard him. The secret is his own, and it is safe! Ah!
Էջ 80 - Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint old town of toil and traffic, quaint old town of art and song, Memories haunt thy pointed gables like the rooks that round them throng : Memories of the Middle Ages, when the emperors, rough and bold, Had their dwelling in thy castle, time-defying, centuries old ; And thy brave and thrifty burghers boasted, in their uncouth rhyme, That their great imperial city stretched its hand...
Էջ 262 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Էջ 192 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring! As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew Ne'er to be found again.
Էջ 234 - Will't please you sit and look at her? I said "Fra Pandolf" by design, for never read Strangers like you that pictured countenance, The depth and passion of its earnest glance, But to myself they turned (since none puts by The curtain I have...