Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Bind 1R. Bentley, 1853 |
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... Father Eus- tace , untroubled by Henry Warden or John Knox ! From the moment that they appear , our comfort in the book vanishes , just as completely as that of the good easy Abbot Boniface himself . There we are in the middle of vexed ...
... Father Eus- tace , untroubled by Henry Warden or John Knox ! From the moment that they appear , our comfort in the book vanishes , just as completely as that of the good easy Abbot Boniface himself . There we are in the middle of vexed ...
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... father ! worse than pirates they Who thus abuse thy patience , thus abuse Thy pardon , thus abuse the holy rites Twice over . " " Well hast thou performed thy duty , " Firmly and gravely said Peisistratos . " Nothing , then , rash young ...
... father ! worse than pirates they Who thus abuse thy patience , thus abuse Thy pardon , thus abuse the holy rites Twice over . " " Well hast thou performed thy duty , " Firmly and gravely said Peisistratos . " Nothing , then , rash young ...
Side 27
... fathers was our father . Go . Orestes . Loose me , then ! for this white hand , Electra , Hath fastened upon mine with fiercer grasp Than I can grasp the sword . Electra . Go , sweet Orestes , I knew not I was holding thee - Avenge him ...
... fathers was our father . Go . Orestes . Loose me , then ! for this white hand , Electra , Hath fastened upon mine with fiercer grasp Than I can grasp the sword . Electra . Go , sweet Orestes , I knew not I was holding thee - Avenge him ...
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... father ! Ever since thou didst loosen its strong valves , Hither with all thy dying weight , or strength Agonized with her stabs- Ah ! me ! What plunge was that ? They sound through hell , What groans are those ? Orestes ( returning ) ...
... father ! Ever since thou didst loosen its strong valves , Hither with all thy dying weight , or strength Agonized with her stabs- Ah ! me ! What plunge was that ? They sound through hell , What groans are those ? Orestes ( returning ) ...
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... father too ; My light where'er I go , My bird when prison - bound , My hand - in - hand companion , -no , My prayers shall hold thee round . To say He has departed , His voice , his face is gone ! To feel impatient - hearted Yet feel we ...
... father too ; My light where'er I go , My bird when prison - bound , My hand - in - hand companion , -no , My prayers shall hold thee round . To say He has departed , His voice , his face is gone ! To feel impatient - hearted Yet feel we ...
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amongst Ascanius ballad Bath beauty boatie rows Bonny Dundee Bradshaigh bright brother called Captain Charles Lamb charming County Guy Court dear death delight Donnington Castle EACUS English Eschylus EURIPIDES eyes fair father fear feel fill flowers Gerald Griffin Goodere grace green hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven Hepzibah Hippias honour Hunmanby Klopstock lady letters light lived look Lord Mahony maid mansion mignonette morning mother never night o'er person poem poet poor praise purser's cabin Pyncheon Richard Lovelace round Roundhead scene seems seen sing Sir John smile song soul spirit stanzas story strange sweet tears tell thee There's nae luck Theseus thing thou thought Thrasymedes took trees truth Twas Ufton Court verse walls weel whilst wild WILLIAM MOTHERWELL wind wirra-sthru wonder words write XANTHIAS young
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Side 340 - 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...
Side 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.
Side 148 - Rise, O ever rise ; Rise like a cloud of incense from the earth ! Thou kingly Spirit throned among the hills, Thou dread ambassador from earth to heaven, Great hierarch ! tell thou the silent sky, And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun, Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
Side 193 - Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. 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 hurl'd — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world!
Side 344 - ... 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.
Side 194 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Side 324 - 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.
Side 330 - Did clap their bloody hands ; He nothing common did, or mean, Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try ; Nor called the gods with vulgar spite To vindicate his helpless right, But bowed his comely head Down, as upon a bed.
Side 15 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Side 146 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam ? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest...