Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Bind 1R. Bentley, 1853 |
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... leaves , and where the mossy woodpaths are embroidered with thousands of flowers , from the earliest violet and ... leaf , that again which imitates the human figure ; the commonest but most pretty bee orchis , and the parallel ones ...
... leaves , and where the mossy woodpaths are embroidered with thousands of flowers , from the earliest violet and ... leaf , that again which imitates the human figure ; the commonest but most pretty bee orchis , and the parallel ones ...
Side 40
... leaves , By warm winds deflowered , Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy - winged thieves . Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass , Rain - awakened flowers , All that ever was Joyous , and clear ...
... leaves , By warm winds deflowered , Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy - winged thieves . Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass , Rain - awakened flowers , All that ever was Joyous , and clear ...
Side 43
... leaves hast never known , The weariness , the fever , and the fret Here , where men sit and hear each other groan ; Where palsy shakes a few sad , last grey hairs , Where youth grows pale , and spectre - thin , and dies Where but to ...
... leaves hast never known , The weariness , the fever , and the fret Here , where men sit and hear each other groan ; Where palsy shakes a few sad , last grey hairs , Where youth grows pale , and spectre - thin , and dies Where but to ...
Side 51
... leaves just bursting , or just burst , a sweet balminess in the air , and the odour of woods and flowers floating around us , with the song of birds and the thousand sounds of new - born insects . It was an hour never to be forgotten ...
... leaves just bursting , or just burst , a sweet balminess in the air , and the odour of woods and flowers floating around us , with the song of birds and the thousand sounds of new - born insects . It was an hour never to be forgotten ...
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... leaves When summer winds are there , And in the laugh of forest girls That braid their sunny hair . The first wild bird , that drinks the dew From violets of the spring , Has music in his voice , and in The fluttering of his wing ...
... leaves When summer winds are there , And in the laugh of forest girls That braid their sunny hair . The first wild bird , that drinks the dew From violets of the spring , Has music in his voice , and in The fluttering of his wing ...
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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...