Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places, and People, Том 1R. Bentley, 1852 - 558 страници |
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... wish I were as sure of matter as I am of my selections . my original It is right to say that a few of these papers ( like the first volume of my earliest prose work " Our Village " ) have appeared in an obscure Journal . SWALLOWFIELD ...
... wish I were as sure of matter as I am of my selections . my original It is right to say that a few of these papers ( like the first volume of my earliest prose work " Our Village " ) have appeared in an obscure Journal . SWALLOWFIELD ...
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... lacks devotion ; Tell love it is but lust ; Tell time it is but motion ; Tell flesh it is but dust : And wish them not reply , For thou must give the lie . Tell age it daily wasteth ; Tell honour how it A LITERARY LIFE . 17.
... lacks devotion ; Tell love it is but lust ; Tell time it is but motion ; Tell flesh it is but dust : And wish them not reply , For thou must give the lie . Tell age it daily wasteth ; Tell honour how it A LITERARY LIFE . 17.
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... No mighty treasures we possess ? We'll find within our pittance plenty , And be content without excess . Still shall each kind returning season Sufficient for our wishes give ; For we will live a life of reason , And 20 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
... No mighty treasures we possess ? We'll find within our pittance plenty , And be content without excess . Still shall each kind returning season Sufficient for our wishes give ; For we will live a life of reason , And 20 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
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... and 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 A LITERARY LIFE . 31.
... and 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 A LITERARY LIFE . 31.
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... wish or to enjoy ! " DRYDEN . Absalom and Achitophel . Now for the little hunchback of Twickenham- " In the worst inn's worst room , with mat half hung , The walls of plaster , and the floor of dung ; On once a flockbed , but repaired ...
... wish or to enjoy ! " DRYDEN . Absalom and Achitophel . Now for the little hunchback of Twickenham- " In the worst inn's worst room , with mat half hung , The walls of plaster , and the floor of dung ; On once a flockbed , but repaired ...
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Страница 233 - The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For, having lost...
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.
Страница 319 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
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.