Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Volume 2Richard Bentley, 1857 - 376 pages |
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... dear friend of mine who is the present owner ) could discover Woodcot Clump from the mast of his own ship at Spithead , a distance of sixty miles . Wyfold's Court , another pretty place a little farther on , which also belonged once to ...
... dear friend of mine who is the present owner ) could discover Woodcot Clump from the mast of his own ship at Spithead , a distance of sixty miles . Wyfold's Court , another pretty place a little farther on , which also belonged once to ...
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... dear , so much , Loved I not honour more . ON LELY'S PORTRAIT OF CHARLES THE FIRST . See what an humble bravery doth shine , And grief triumphant breaking through each line , How it commands the face ! So sweet a scorn Never did happy ...
... dear , so much , Loved I not honour more . ON LELY'S PORTRAIT OF CHARLES THE FIRST . See what an humble bravery doth shine , And grief triumphant breaking through each line , How it commands the face ! So sweet a scorn Never did happy ...
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... dear and only love , I pray This noble world of thee , Be governed by no other sway Than purest monarchy . For if confusion have a part , Which virtuous souls abhor , And hold a synod in thy heart , I'll never love thee more . Like ...
... dear and only love , I pray This noble world of thee , Be governed by no other sway Than purest monarchy . For if confusion have a part , Which virtuous souls abhor , And hold a synod in thy heart , I'll never love thee more . Like ...
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... dear and only love , take heed Lest thou thyself expose , And let all longing lovers feed Upon such looks as those ; A marble wall , then , build about , Beset , without a door , But , if thou let thy heart fly out , I'll never love ...
... dear and only love , take heed Lest thou thyself expose , And let all longing lovers feed Upon such looks as those ; A marble wall , then , build about , Beset , without a door , But , if thou let thy heart fly out , I'll never love ...
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... dear ones Have wasted with dry brow ; But when thy fingers press And pat my stooping head , I cannot bear the gentleness , The tears are in their bed . Ah , first - born of thy mother When life and hope were new , Kind playmate of thy ...
... dear ones Have wasted with dry brow ; But when thy fingers press And pat my stooping head , I cannot bear the gentleness , The tears are in their bed . Ah , first - born of thy mother When life and hope were new , Kind playmate of thy ...
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Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places, and People, Volume 2 Mary Russell Mitford Affichage du livre entier - 1852 |
Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places, and People, Volume 2 Mary Russell Mitford Affichage du livre entier - 1852 |
Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Volume 1 Mary Russell Mitford Affichage du livre entier - 1853 |
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Page 342 - 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...
Page 43 - 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.
Page 203 - Since There's No Help Since there's no help. come let us kiss and part: Nay. I have done: you get no more of me. And I am glad. yea. glad with all my heart. That thus so cleanly I myself can free: Shake hands for ever. cancel all our vows. And when we meet at any time again. Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath. When. his pulse failing. passion speechless lies. When faith is kneeling by his bed of death. And innocence...
Page 40 - 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 high-born 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.
Page 40 - 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.
Page 198 - The Western wind was wild and dank with foam, And all alone went she. The creeping tide came up along the sand, And o'er and o'er the sand, And round and round the sand, As far as eye could see; The blinding mist came down and hid the land; And never home came she.
Page 197 - Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 43 - 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...
Page 346 - ... our sage and serious poet Spenser, whom I dare be known to think a better teacher than Scotus or Aquinas, describing true temperance under the person of Guion, brings him in with his Palmer through the cave of Mammon, and the bower of earthly bliss, that he might see and know, and yet abstain.
Page 326 - What wondrous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head ; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine ; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach ; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.