The Friendships of Mary Russell Mitford: As Recorded in Letters from Her Literary Correspondents, Band 1

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Hurst and Blackett, 1882
 

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Seite 74 - A hill rises above the abbey, enriched with wood. The fort, in which we would build a tower for habitation, remains, with two small platforms. This little castle is buried from the abbey in a wood, in the very centre, on the edge of a hill.
Seite 74 - Gothic patterns of windows wrapped round and round with ivy — many trees are sprouted up amongst the walls, and only want to be increased with cypresses ! A hill rises above the abbey, encircled with wood : the fort, in which we would build a tower for habitation, remains with two small platforms. This little castle is buried from the Abbey in a wood, in the very centre, on the edge of...
Seite 174 - ... Hatch could die ! But I really must come to the aim and object of this letter, which I fear you may almost begin to look upon as ' prose run mad.' I dare say you laugh sometimes, as I am inclined to do myself, at the prevailing mania for autographs : but a very kind friend of mine in a distant country does no such thing, and I am making a collection for him, which I should think (and he too, I am sure) very much enriched by your name. If you do me the favour to comply with this request, it will...
Seite 50 - There was something of Dandie Dinmont about him, with his unfailing good humor and good spirits, his heartiness, his love of field-sports, and his liking for a foray. He was a tall, stout man, fair and sunburnt, with a bright smile, and an air compounded of the soldier and the farmer, to which his habit of wearing an eternal red waistcoat contributed not a little.
Seite 74 - Abbey in a wood, in the very centre, on the edge of the hill : on each side breaks in the view of the Southampton sea, deep blue, glistening with silver and vessels ; on one side terminated by Southampton, on the other by Calshot castle ; and the Isle of Wight rising above the opposite hills. In short, they are not the ruins of Netley, but of Paradise. — Oh ! the purple abbots, what a spot had they chosen to slumber in ! ' The scene is so beautifully tranquil, yet so lively, that they seem only...
Seite 99 - What ! the girl I adore by another embraced! What ! the balm of her breath shall another man taste ? What...
Seite 69 - But oh ! how altered was its sprightlier tone, When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemmed with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call, to Faun and Dryad known...
Seite 292 - We wished you had been there — a more animated sight of the kind you never saw. On Sunday morning, as we were dressing, we saw a crowd going up the street, and immediately perceived that in the centre of it were the Sussex cricketers, arrived by the London coach, and going to the inn kept by one of our Nottingham cricketers. They looked exceedingly interesting, I assure you, being a set of very fine fellows, in their white hats, and with all their trunks, carpet-bags, and cloaks, coming, as we...
Seite 173 - I can hardly feel that I am addressing an entire stranger in the author of Our Village, and yet I know it is right and proper that I should apologize for the liberty I am taking. But really, after having accompanied you again and again, as I have done, in
Seite 40 - I am flattered by what you say about my public letter. Nothing was ever more read, I believe ; and I am not without hope that it will produce some effect. I may be a very illiterate fellow; but I certainly am more than a match for all those pretenders to learning and philosophy. There is a damned cant in vogue, which, when attacked by plain sense and reason, discovers its weakness.

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