Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places and PeopleHarper & Brothers, Publishers, No. 82 Cliff Street, 1852 - 558 страници |
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... wild hyacinths , and wild strawberries . On the side opposite the church , in a hollow fringed with alders and bulrushes , gleamed the bright clear lakelet , radiant with swans and water - lilies , which the simple townsfolk were ...
... wild hyacinths , and wild strawberries . On the side opposite the church , in a hollow fringed with alders and bulrushes , gleamed the bright clear lakelet , radiant with swans and water - lilies , which the simple townsfolk were ...
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... wild ; Then fled the maiden , moaning faint , and nestled with the child . But see yon pirate strangled lies and crushed with splashing heel , While o'er him , in an Irish hand , there sweeps his Syrian steel . Though virtue sink , and ...
... wild ; Then fled the maiden , moaning faint , and nestled with the child . But see yon pirate strangled lies and crushed with splashing heel , While o'er him , in an Irish hand , there sweeps his Syrian steel . Though virtue sink , and ...
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... wild dells , and tangled dingles . The ground clothed with the fine short turf where the thyme and the hare- bell love to grow , is partly covered with luxuriant fern ; and the juniper and the holly form a fitting underwood for those ...
... wild dells , and tangled dingles . The ground clothed with the fine short turf where the thyme and the hare- bell love to grow , is partly covered with luxuriant fern ; and the juniper and the holly form a fitting underwood for those ...
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... wild flowers small With many a mingling gleam ; Where the broad flag waves , and the bulrush tall Nods still to the thrusting stream . The Forget - me - not on the water's edge Reveals her lovely hue , Where the broken bank , between ...
... wild flowers small With many a mingling gleam ; Where the broad flag waves , and the bulrush tall Nods still to the thrusting stream . The Forget - me - not on the water's edge Reveals her lovely hue , Where the broken bank , between ...
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... wild and free , And , like the wings of sea - birds , Flash the wild caps of the sea . But in the fisherman's cottage There shines a ruddier light , And a little face at the window Peers out into the night . Close , close it is pressed ...
... wild and free , And , like the wings of sea - birds , Flash the wild caps of the sea . But in the fisherman's cottage There shines a ruddier light , And a little face at the window Peers out into the night . Close , close it is pressed ...
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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...