Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Bind 2W.H. Allen & Company, 1840 |
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Side 14
... that is this , and this with thee remains . I am to wait , though waiting so , be hell ; Not blame your pleasure , be it ill or well . For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds ; Lilies 14 SHAKESPEARE'S SONNETS .
... that is this , and this with thee remains . I am to wait , though waiting so , be hell ; Not blame your pleasure , be it ill or well . For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds ; Lilies 14 SHAKESPEARE'S SONNETS .
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... pleasures . The mornings and evenings are sometimes truly delightful . Still , however , who would not prefer the more wholesome frigidity of England ? There , the external gloom and bleakness enhance our in - door comforts , and we do ...
... pleasures . The mornings and evenings are sometimes truly delightful . Still , however , who would not prefer the more wholesome frigidity of England ? There , the external gloom and bleakness enhance our in - door comforts , and we do ...
Side 44
... pleasure . It is difficult , amidst such exhilarating influences , to entertain those melancholy ideas which sometimes crowd upon us , and appear so natural , at a less happy hour . Even actual misfortune comes in a questionable shape ...
... pleasure . It is difficult , amidst such exhilarating influences , to entertain those melancholy ideas which sometimes crowd upon us , and appear so natural , at a less happy hour . Even actual misfortune comes in a questionable shape ...
Side 45
... pleasure , scarcely less so is a day in winter , though with some little drawbacks , that give , by It is difficult to leave the external air . The fireless contrast , a zest to its enjoyments . warm morning bed and brave the grate and ...
... pleasure , scarcely less so is a day in winter , though with some little drawbacks , that give , by It is difficult to leave the external air . The fireless contrast , a zest to its enjoyments . warm morning bed and brave the grate and ...
Side 46
... pleasures . As the shades of evening draw in , the parlour twilight - the closed curtains - and the cheerful fire , make home a little paradise to all ! The warm and cold seasons of India have no charms like these , but yet people who ...
... pleasures . As the shades of evening draw in , the parlour twilight - the closed curtains - and the cheerful fire , make home a little paradise to all ! The warm and cold seasons of India have no charms like these , but yet people who ...
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Addison admiration amongst Anna Seward appears beauty Ben Jonson breathe Byron Campbell character charm critic delight diction Don Quixote dramatic dreams Drummond Dryden English English language excellence exquisite Falstaff fame fancy feeling genius Grongar Hill hath Hazlitt heart human humour Iago imagination imitation India intellectual Italian Johnson language Leigh Hunt less literary literature living look Lord Lord Byron Massinger merit Milton mind Moore moral Muse nature never noble o'er object observed Othello passages passion perhaps Petrarch poems poet poet's poetical poetry Pope popular praise prose racter reader remarkable respect rhymes Roger de Coverley Sancho Sancho Panza says scene seems sense Shakespeare Shylock Sir Roger sonnets soul speak spirit stanza strange style sweet taste thee thine thing Thomas Moore thou thought tion Tory true truth uncle Toby verse vulgar words Wordsworth writer written
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Side 193 - I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...
Side 14 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Side 191 - Tis not to make me jealous, To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well ; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous : Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt ; For she had eyes, and chose me. No, lago ; I'll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove; And, on the proof, there is no more but this, — Away at once with love or jealousy!
Side 10 - ... this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
Side 11 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
Side 218 - I do remember him at Clement's Inn, like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring : when he was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife...
Side 190 - I'd make a life of jealousy ; To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions ? No ! to be once in doubt, Is once to be resolved.
Side 27 - Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace: Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But, out, alack!
Side 226 - As Sir Roger is landlord to the whole congregation, he keeps them in very good order, and will suffer nobody to sleep in it besides himself; for if, by chance, he has been surprised into a short nap at sermon, upon recovering out of it he stands up and looks about him, and, if he sees anybody else nodding, either wakes them himself, or sends his servants to them.
Side 27 - I'll read, his for his love." XXXIII Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.