Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Bind 1R. Bentley, 1853 |
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... writer , may be taken as an impersonation of the cavalier of the civil wars , with much to charm the reader , and still more to captivate the fair . TO ALTHEA , FROM PRISON . When love , with unconfinèd wings , Hovers within my gates ...
... writer , may be taken as an impersonation of the cavalier of the civil wars , with much to charm the reader , and still more to captivate the fair . TO ALTHEA , FROM PRISON . When love , with unconfinèd wings , Hovers within my gates ...
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... 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 warfare , are made strange use of in these ...
... 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 warfare , are made strange use of in these ...
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... writing of and to the author of " Gebir , " with a respectful admiration seldom felt by one young man for another ; and , from that hour to the present , all whom he would himself most wish to please have showered upon him praises that ...
... writing of and to the author of " Gebir , " with a respectful admiration seldom felt by one young man for another ; and , from that hour to the present , all whom he would himself most wish to please have showered upon him praises that ...
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... Peisistratos , the love He bears his daughter , and the reverence In which he holds the highest law of God . " He spake ; and on the morrow they were one . Did not Mr. Landor write this scene of Orestes one 26 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
... Peisistratos , the love He bears his daughter , and the reverence In which he holds the highest law of God . " He spake ; and on the morrow they were one . Did not Mr. Landor write this scene of Orestes one 26 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
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Mary Russell Mitford. Did not Mr. Landor write this scene of Orestes one fine June morning , seated on a garden - roller in the court before Mr. Kenyon's house in London ? fitting home for such an inspiration ! And is not that the way ...
Mary Russell Mitford. Did not Mr. Landor write this scene of Orestes one fine June morning , seated on a garden - roller in the court before Mr. Kenyon's house in London ? fitting home for such an inspiration ! And is not that the way ...
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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...