Recollections of a Literary Life: And Selections from My Favourite Poets and Prose WritersBentley, 1883 - 516 sider |
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... head sette , Hung lowe down to her knee ; And every rynge on her smalle finger Shone of the chrystall free . Sayes , " Christ you save , my deare madame ; " Sayes , " Christ you save and see ! " Sayes , " You be welcome , Kyng Estmere ...
... head sette , Hung lowe down to her knee ; And every rynge on her smalle finger Shone of the chrystall free . Sayes , " Christ you save , my deare madame ; " Sayes , " Christ you save and see ! " Sayes , " You be welcome , Kyng Estmere ...
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... head not of the heart . This poem , at least , may vie with those of Gerald Griffin in the high and rare merit of conveying the noblest sentiments in the simplest language . Away ! let nought to love displeasing , My Winifreda , move ...
... head not of the heart . This poem , at least , may vie with those of Gerald Griffin in the high and rare merit of conveying the noblest sentiments in the simplest language . Away ! let nought to love displeasing , My Winifreda , move ...
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... head . Steady they step adown the slope , steady they mount the hill , Steady they load , steady they fire , moving right onward still , Betwixt the wood and Fontenoy , as through a furnace blast , Through rampart , trench , and ...
... head . Steady they step adown the slope , steady they mount the hill , Steady they load , steady they fire , moving right onward still , Betwixt the wood and Fontenoy , as through a furnace blast , Through rampart , trench , and ...
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... head Windsor - ward . Then we reviewed the haunts of Gray , the house at Stoke Pogis , and the churchyard where he is buried , and which contains the touching epitaph wherein the pious son com- memorates " the careful mother of many ...
... head Windsor - ward . Then we reviewed the haunts of Gray , the house at Stoke Pogis , and the churchyard where he is buried , and which contains the touching epitaph wherein the pious son com- memorates " the careful mother of many ...
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... head of the school of poets called metaphysical , he is now chiefly known by those prose essays , all too short and all too few , which , whether for thought or for expression , have rarely been excelled by any writer in any language ...
... head of the school of poets called metaphysical , he is now chiefly known by those prose essays , all too short and all too few , which , whether for thought or for expression , have rarely been excelled by any writer in any language ...
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admirable amongst ballads beautiful Ben Jonson bird Bonny Dundee Bradshaigh bright brother called charming dear death delight doth EACUS English EURIPIDES eyes fair father fear feeling flowers Gelert gentlemen Gerald Griffin give Goodere grace hand happy hath hear heard heart Hepzibah honour horse Joanna Baillie John Banim John Clare King knew Kyng lady laughed letters light lived look Lord Mahony maid mignonette Molière morning murder nature never night noble o'er once Pan is dead passed person pleasure poems poet poetry poor praise round SACK OF BALTIMORE scene seemed sing smile song spirit story sweet tears tell thee There's things Thomas Holcroft thou thought took trees Ufton Court verse walk whilst wild Winthrop Mackworth Praed wirra-sthru wonder words write wyfe XANTHIAS young youth
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Side 61 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian. Whose portal we call Death.
Side 295 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Side 185 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Side 87 - 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. seal'd in vain.
Side 167 - Not a word to each other ; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Side 226 - 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.
Side 185 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Side 368 - Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Side 293 - 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.
Side 296 - 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.