Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Volume 2Richard Bentley, 1857 - 376 pages |
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... tear , Seeing more harmony In her bright eye Than now you hear . The poem of " Loyalty confined " is supposed to have been written by Sir Roger L'Estrange , while imprisoned on account of his adherence to Charles the First . On a first ...
... tear , Seeing more harmony In her bright eye Than now you hear . The poem of " Loyalty confined " is supposed to have been written by Sir Roger L'Estrange , while imprisoned on account of his adherence to Charles the First . On a first ...
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... tear to see Thy spirit grown so poor , And smiling sing , until I die , - I'll never love thee more . Yet for the love I bare thee once , Lest that thy name should die , A monument of marble stone The truth shall testify , That every ...
... tear to see Thy spirit grown so poor , And smiling sing , until I die , - I'll never love thee more . Yet for the love I bare thee once , Lest that thy name should die , A monument of marble stone The truth shall testify , That every ...
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... tears , May my poor dust be laid In middle of your shade , While my soul , naked , mounts to its own spheres . The thought would calm my fears When taking , out of breath , The doubtful step of death ; For never could my spirit find A ...
... tears , May my poor dust be laid In middle of your shade , While my soul , naked , mounts to its own spheres . The thought would calm my fears When taking , out of breath , The doubtful step of death ; For never could my spirit find A ...
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... tears away . How well I call to mind , When from those boughs the wind Shook down upon her bosom flower on flower ; And there she sat meek - eyed , In midst of all that pride , Sprinkled and blushing through an amorous shower . Some to ...
... tears away . How well I call to mind , When from those boughs the wind Shook down upon her bosom flower on flower ; And there she sat meek - eyed , In midst of all that pride , Sprinkled and blushing through an amorous shower . Some to ...
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... tears Scarces moves her sweet proud lip and disappears ; A smile is underneath and breaks away And round she looks and breathes as best befits the day . What need I tell of cheeks and lips and eyes The locks that fall , and bosom's ...
... tears Scarces moves her sweet proud lip and disappears ; A smile is underneath and breaks away And round she looks and breathes as best befits the day . What need I tell of cheeks and lips and eyes The locks that fall , and bosom's ...
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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.