Recollections of a Literary Life: And Selections from My Favourite Poets and Prose WritersBentley, 1883 - 516 էջ |
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... thought of Baltimore . ' Tis two long years since sank the town beneath that bloody band , And all around its trampled hearths a larger concourse stand , Where , high upon a gallows tree , a yelling wretch is seen , ' Tis Hackett of ...
... thought of Baltimore . ' Tis two long years since sank the town beneath that bloody band , And all around its trampled hearths a larger concourse stand , Where , high upon a gallows tree , a yelling wretch is seen , ' Tis Hackett of ...
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... thought or for expression , have rarely been excelled by any writer in any language . They are eminently distinguished for the grace , the finish , and the clearness which his verse too often wants . That there is one cry which pervades ...
... thought or for expression , have rarely been excelled by any writer in any language . They are eminently distinguished for the grace , the finish , and the clearness which his verse too often wants . That there is one cry which pervades ...
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... thought in that case I might easily have compassed , as well as some others , who , with no greater probabilities or pretences , have arrived to extraordinary fortune : but I had before written a shrewd prophecy against myself ; and I ...
... thought in that case I might easily have compassed , as well as some others , who , with no greater probabilities or pretences , have arrived to extraordinary fortune : but I had before written a shrewd prophecy against myself ; and I ...
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... thought it no disparagement to those qualifications of their life , that , in the midst of the most talked - of and talking country in the world , they had lived so long , not only without fame , but almost without being heard of . And ...
... thought it no disparagement to those qualifications of their life , that , in the midst of the most talked - of and talking country in the world , they had lived so long , not only without fame , but almost without being heard of . And ...
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... thought delight the old ; the grace and melody enchant the young ; the unaffected and all - pervading piety satisfies the serious ; and a certain slight touch of mysticism carries the imaginative reader fairly off his feet . For my own ...
... thought delight the old ; the grace and melody enchant the young ; the unaffected and all - pervading piety satisfies the serious ; and a certain slight touch of mysticism carries the imaginative reader fairly off his feet . For my own ...
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Recollections of a Literary Life: And Selections from My Favourite Poets and ... Mary Russell Mitford Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1859 |
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admirable amongst ballads beautiful Ben Jonson bird Bonny Dundee Bradshaigh bright brother called charming dear death delight doth EACUS English EURIPIDES eyes fair father fear feeling flowers Gelert gentlemen Gerald Griffin give Goodere grace hand happy hath hear heard heart Hepzibah honour horse Joanna Baillie John Banim John Clare King knew Kyng lady laughed letters light lived look Lord Mahony maid mignonette Molière morning murder nature never night noble o'er once Pan is dead passed person pleasure poems poet poetry poor praise round SACK OF BALTIMORE scene seemed sing smile song spirit story sweet tears tell thee There's things Thomas Holcroft thou thought took trees Ufton Court verse walk whilst wild Winthrop Mackworth Praed wirra-sthru wonder words write wyfe XANTHIAS young youth
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Էջ 61 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian. Whose portal we call Death.
Էջ 295 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Էջ 185 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Էջ 87 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again, , bring again, ' . -' Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Էջ 167 - Not a word to each other ; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Էջ 226 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Էջ 185 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Էջ 368 - 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!
Էջ 293 - What thou art we know not : what is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
Էջ 296 - 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.