Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places and PeopleHarper & Brothers, Publishers, No. 82 Cliff Street, 1852 - 558 страници |
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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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Страница 548 - Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit: and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not. Histories make men wise; poets witty; the mathematics subtile; natural philosophy deep; moral grave; logic and rhetoric able to contend.
Страница 318 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine! I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Страница 317 - 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: Like a highborn maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower: Like a glowworm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view!
Страница 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.
Страница 244 - ... 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.
Страница 317 - 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.
Страница 320 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Страница 140 - The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind : but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it; till I am solitary, and cannot impart it; till I am known, and do not want it. I hope it is no very cynical asperity not to confess obligations where no benefit has been received ; or to be unwilling that the public should consider me as owing that to a patron which Providence has enabled me to do for myself.
Страница 182 - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew ;
Страница 432 - The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver ; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river ; Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be...