The Last Essays of Elia: Being a Sequel to Essays Published Under that Name, Parte2Edward Moxon, 1833 - 283 páginas |
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... knew every nook and corner , wondered and worshipped every- where . The solitude of childhood is not so much the mother of thought , as it is the feeder of love , and silence , and admiration . So strange a passion for the place ...
... knew every nook and corner , wondered and worshipped every- where . The solitude of childhood is not so much the mother of thought , as it is the feeder of love , and silence , and admiration . So strange a passion for the place ...
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... knew it when it was not quite so flourishing as " he is blest in seeing it now . " He reviveth past situations , to institute what he calleth - favourable comparisons . With a reflecting sort of congratulation , he will inquire the ...
... knew it when it was not quite so flourishing as " he is blest in seeing it now . " He reviveth past situations , to institute what he calleth - favourable comparisons . With a reflecting sort of congratulation , he will inquire the ...
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... knew an Amlet in real life , who , wanting Dick's buoyancy , sank indeed . Poor W— was of my own standing at Christ's , a fine classic , and a youth of promise . If he had a blemish , it was too much pride ; but its quality was ...
... knew an Amlet in real life , who , wanting Dick's buoyancy , sank indeed . Poor W— was of my own standing at Christ's , a fine classic , and a youth of promise . If he had a blemish , it was too much pride ; but its quality was ...
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... knew his mounted sign- and fled . " A letter on his father's table the next morning , announced that he had accepted a com- mission in a regiment about to embark for Portu- gal . He was among the first who perished before the walls of ...
... knew his mounted sign- and fled . " A letter on his father's table the next morning , announced that he had accepted a com- mission in a regiment about to embark for Portu- gal . He was among the first who perished before the walls of ...
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... knew to be a place where all the money was coined - and I thought he was the owner of all that money . Aw- ful ideas of the Tower twined themselves about his presence . He seemed above human infirmities and passions . A sort of ...
... knew to be a place where all the money was coined - and I thought he was the owner of all that money . Aw- ful ideas of the Tower twined themselves about his presence . He seemed above human infirmities and passions . A sort of ...
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Términos y frases comunes
admirable Æneid appeared April Fool artist Barbara beautiful better Charles Kemble child common conceit confess countenance day's pleasuring desk discommendable doth dreams EDWARD MOXON face fancy feel genius gentleman grace guests half hand head heard heart honour hour humour imagination JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES knew lady late less look Lord Margate Maurice of Nassau ment mighty Milton mind morning mortal Muscat grape Muse nature ness never night notion occasion once passion perhaps person play pleasant pleasure poet poor present Prince remember right hand path ROBERT WILLIAM ELLISTON scarce seemed seen sense sick sight Sir Philip Sydney sleep Somerset House sort speak spirit STELLA's sure sweet taste Temple thee thing thou thought tion told true walk watchet week wish wonder young youth
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Página 174 - In the same hour came forth fingers of a man's hand, and wrote over against the candlestick upon the plaster of the wall of the king's palace: and the king saw the part of the hand that wrote.
Página 142 - COME, sleep ; O sleep ! the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, The indifferent judge between the high and low ; With shield of proof, shield me from out the prease Of those fierce darts despair at me doth throw.
Página 151 - To hear him speak, and sweetly smile, You were in Paradise the while. A sweet attractive kind of grace ; A full assurance given by looks ; Continual comfort in a face, The lineaments of Gospel books — I trow that count'nance cannot lye, Whose thoughts are legible in the eye.
Página 144 - Townsfolk my strength ; a daintier judge applies His praise to sleight, which from good use doth rise ; Some lucky wits impute it but to chance ; Others, because of both sides I do take My blood from them, who did excel in this, Think Nature me a man of arms did make. How far they shot awry ! the true cause is, STELLA looked on, and from her heavenly face Sent forth the beams which made so fair my race.
Página 149 - Despair at me doth throw; 0 make in me those civil wars to cease : 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed ; A chamber, deaf to noise, and blind to light; A rosy garland, and a weary head.
Página 97 - For the first day or two I felt stunned, overwhelmed. I could only apprehend my felicity ; I was too confused to taste it sincerely. I wandered about, thinking I was happy, and knowing that I was not. I was in the condition of a prisoner in the old Bastile, suddenly let loose after a forty years
Página 146 - ... what they mean by it ; And this I swear by blackest brook of hell, I am no pick-purse of another's wit. How falls it then, that with so smooth an ease My thoughts I speak, and what I speak doth flow In verse, and that my verse best wits doth please ? Guess me the cause — what is it thus?
Página 148 - By no encroachment wrong'd, nor time forgot ; Nor blamed for blood, nor shamed for sinful deed. And that you know, I envy you no lot Of highest wish, I wish you so much bliss, Hundreds of years you STELLA'S feet may kiss.
Página 276 - It is a mockery, all that is reported of the influential Phoebus. No true poem ever owed its birth to the sun's light. They are abstracted works — " Things that were born, when none but the still night, And his dumb candle, saw his pinching throes.
Página 98 - Bastile, suddenly let loose after a forty years' confinement. I could scarce trust myself with myself. It was like passing out of Time into Eternity, — for it is a sort of Eternity for a man to have his Time all to himself. It seemed to me that I had more time on my hands than I could ever manage. From a poor man, poor in Time, I was suddenly lifted up into a vast revenue ; I could see no end of my possessions ; I wanted some steward, or judicious bailiff, to manage my estates in Time for me. And...