Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Bind 1R. Bentley, 1853 |
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Side 14
... sing The mercy , sweetness , majesty , And glories of my King ; When I shall voice aloud how good He is , how great should be , The enlarged winds that curl the flood Know no such liberty . Stone walls do not a prison make , Nor iron ...
... sing The mercy , sweetness , majesty , And glories of my King ; When I shall voice aloud how good He is , how great should be , The enlarged winds that curl the flood Know no such liberty . Stone walls do not a prison make , Nor iron ...
Side 18
... sing , Disgrace to rebels , glory to my King ! My soul is free as ambient air , Although my baser part's immew'd ; Whilst loyal thoughts do still repair To accompany my solitude . Although rebellion do my body bind , My King alone can ...
... sing , Disgrace to rebels , glory to my King ! My soul is free as ambient air , Although my baser part's immew'd ; Whilst loyal thoughts do still repair To accompany my solitude . Although rebellion do my body bind , My King alone can ...
Side 19
... sing thy obsequies with trumpet sounds , And write thy epitaph with blood and wounds . LOVE VERSES , BY THE MARQUIS OF MONTROSE . Sometimes the jargon of the different govern- ments of the day , and sometimes the technical phrases of ...
... sing thy obsequies with trumpet sounds , And write thy epitaph with blood and wounds . LOVE VERSES , BY THE MARQUIS OF MONTROSE . Sometimes the jargon of the different govern- ments of the day , and sometimes the technical phrases of ...
Side 20
... sing and laugh at thy neglect , And never love thee more . But if thou wilt be constant then , And faithful of thy word , I'll make thee glorious by my pen , And famous by my sword . I'll serve thee in such noble ways Was never heard ...
... sing and laugh at thy neglect , And never love thee more . But if thou wilt be constant then , And faithful of thy word , I'll make thee glorious by my pen , And famous by my sword . I'll serve thee in such noble ways Was never heard ...
Side 21
... sing , until I die , - I'll never love thee more . Yet for the love I bare thee once , Lest that thy name should die , A monument of marble stone The truth shall testify , That every pilgrim passing by May pity and deplore My case , and ...
... sing , until I die , - I'll never love thee more . Yet for the love I bare thee once , Lest that thy name should die , A monument of marble stone The truth shall testify , That every pilgrim passing by May pity and deplore My case , and ...
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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...