Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places, and People, Том 1R. Bentley, 1852 - 558 страници |
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... never have existed . It has been to me throughout a source of great gratification . As I wrote line after line of our fine old Poets , many a cherished scene and many a happy hour seemed to live again in my memory and my heart . But no ...
... never have existed . It has been to me throughout a source of great gratification . As I wrote line after line of our fine old Poets , many a cherished scene and many a happy hour seemed to live again in my memory and my heart . But no ...
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... NEVER take up these three heavily - bound volumes , the actual first edition , at which Dr. Johnson was was wont to scoff , without feeling a pleasure quite apart from that excited by the charming book itself ; although to that book ...
... NEVER take up these three heavily - bound volumes , the actual first edition , at which Dr. Johnson was was wont to scoff , without feeling a pleasure quite apart from that excited by the charming book itself ; although to that book ...
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... never see that heavily - bound copy of " Percy's Reliques " without the home of my infancy springing up before my eyes . A pleasant home , in truth , it was . A large house in a little town of the north of Hampshire , - a town , so ...
... never see that heavily - bound copy of " Percy's Reliques " without the home of my infancy springing up before my eyes . A pleasant home , in truth , it was . A large house in a little town of the north of Hampshire , - a town , so ...
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... never troubled us . hope it will not trouble my readers . We , a little child , and a young country maiden , the daughter of a respectable Hampshire farmer , were no bad representatives in point of cultivation of the noble dames and ...
... never troubled us . hope it will not trouble my readers . We , a little child , and a young country maiden , the daughter of a respectable Hampshire farmer , were no bad representatives in point of cultivation of the noble dames and ...
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... never blanne . " Tydinges ! tydinges ! Kyng Estmere ! " " What tydinges nowe , my boye ? " " Oh , tydinges I can tell to you , That will you sore annoye . " You had not ridden scant a myle , A myle out of the towne , But in did come the ...
... never blanne . " Tydinges ! tydinges ! Kyng Estmere ! " " What tydinges nowe , my boye ? " " Oh , tydinges I can tell to you , That will you sore annoye . " You had not ridden scant a myle , A myle out of the towne , But in did come the ...
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Страница 289 - Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground ; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine, Which (the burgesses voted by common consent) Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent.
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Страница 320 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither — soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy-buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, — All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy Love.
Страница 222 - When upon some slight encouragement I first visited your Lordship, I was overpowered like the rest of mankind by the enchantment of your address, and could not forbear to wish that I might boast myself le vainqueur du vainqueur de la terre...
Страница 106 - 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...
Страница 48 - In the first rank of these did Zimri ' stand, A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long ; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Страница 235 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
Страница 221 - World,' that two papers, in which my ' Dictionary ' is recommended to the public, were written by your lordship. To be so distinguished, is an honour, which, being very little accustomed to favours from the great, I know not well how to receive, or in what terms to acknowledge.
Страница 152 - 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.