Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places and PeopleHarper & Brothers, Publishers, No. 82 Cliff Street, 1852 - 558 Seiten |
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... rise at me , I quicklye will devise a waye , To sette thy ladye free . " My mother was a western woman , And learned in gramaryé , And when I learned at the schole , Something she taught itt me . " There groweth an hearbe within this ...
... rise at me , I quicklye will devise a waye , To sette thy ladye free . " My mother was a western woman , And learned in gramaryé , And when I learned at the schole , Something she taught itt me . " There groweth an hearbe within this ...
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... rise From our hearth with maith go léor , There shall shine the happy eyes Of my Maire bhan astoir . Mild is Maire bhan astoir , Mine is Maire bhan astoir , Saints will watch about the door Of my Maire bhan astoir . I subjoin one of ...
... rise From our hearth with maith go léor , There shall shine the happy eyes Of my Maire bhan astoir . Mild is Maire bhan astoir , Mine is Maire bhan astoir , Saints will watch about the door Of my Maire bhan astoir . I subjoin one of ...
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... mount To the small church on the hill . On , like a hawk upon the wing , Our little wherry flies ; Against her bows the ripples sing , And the wavelets round her rise . In view is Cookham's ivied tower ; And , up 32 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
... mount To the small church on the hill . On , like a hawk upon the wing , Our little wherry flies ; Against her bows the ripples sing , And the wavelets round her rise . In view is Cookham's ivied tower ; And , up 32 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
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... rise that move them . There are a multitude of people who are truly and only spectators of a play without any use of their understanding ; and these carry it sometimes by the strength of their numbers . There are others who use their ...
... rise that move them . There are a multitude of people who are truly and only spectators of a play without any use of their understanding ; and these carry it sometimes by the strength of their numbers . There are others who use their ...
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... rise in de- mand soon I hope , for my friend Mr. Willmott , a writer deserv- edly popular , has praised them in one of his charming volumes just as they ought to be praised . It would be difficult to say more . The poems are singularly ...
... rise in de- mand soon I hope , for my friend Mr. Willmott , a writer deserv- edly popular , has praised them in one of his charming volumes just as they ought to be praised . It would be difficult to say more . The poems are singularly ...
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admirable ballads beauty Ben Jonson bird Bonny Dundee Bradshaigh bright brother called charming Colley Cibber dance dear death delight doth EACUS English EURIPIDES eyes fair father fear feeling flowers Gelert George Crowninshield Gerald Griffin give Goodere grace gray horse hand happy hath hear heard heart honor hope horse hour Hyd y Joanna Baillie John John Clare King knew Kyng lady laughed letter light live look Lord maid mignonette Molière morning murder never night o'er once Pan is dead passed person pleasure poems poet poetry poor praise rose round scene seemed sing smile Soame Jenyns song story sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought took trees twas verse walk Winthrop Mackworth Praed wonder words write XANTHIAS young youth
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Seite 548 - Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit: and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not. Histories make men wise; poets witty; the mathematics subtile; natural philosophy deep; moral grave; logic and rhetoric able to contend.
Seite 318 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine! I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Seite 317 - 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 highborn 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!
Seite 547 - 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. For expert men can execute, and perhaps judge of particulars, one by one ; but the general counsels, and the plots, and marshalling of affairs come best from those that are learned.
Seite 244 - ... Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine ; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine ; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Seite 317 - 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.
Seite 320 - 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...
Seite 140 - The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind : but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it; till I am solitary, and cannot impart it; till I am known, and do not want it. I hope it is no very cynical asperity not to confess obligations where no benefit has been received ; or to be unwilling that the public should consider me as owing that to a patron which Providence has enabled me to do for myself.
Seite 182 - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew ;
Seite 432 - The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver ; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river ; Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be...