Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Volumen2Richard Bentley, 1857 - 376 páginas |
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Mary Russell Mitford. further violence should be offered to it . The monks took up the vanquished knight , and carried him into the abbey , where he revived . When he recovered from his wounds , he was received into the community , and ...
Mary Russell Mitford. further violence should be offered to it . The monks took up the vanquished knight , and carried him into the abbey , where he revived . When he recovered from his wounds , he was received into the community , and ...
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... took up the magnificent presenta- tion copy , and read conscientiously until visitors came in . I had no marker , and the richly - bound volume closed as if instinctively , so that when I resumed my task on the departure of the company ...
... took up the magnificent presenta- tion copy , and read conscientiously until visitors came in . I had no marker , and the richly - bound volume closed as if instinctively , so that when I resumed my task on the departure of the company ...
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... took me to see the house , where , fifty years before , Madame de Genlis had lived , when sent to England , at the very beginning of the Revolution , with Mademoiselle d'Orleans ; and described the looks and manners of the quiet ...
... took me to see the house , where , fifty years before , Madame de Genlis had lived , when sent to England , at the very beginning of the Revolution , with Mademoiselle d'Orleans ; and described the looks and manners of the quiet ...
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... took out my purse , as I hate to be shabby , And paid all the men when they came from the abbey . Yet some think it strange they should make such a riot In a place where sick folk would be glad to be quiet . Tabitha Rust , the waiting ...
... took out my purse , as I hate to be shabby , And paid all the men when they came from the abbey . Yet some think it strange they should make such a riot In a place where sick folk would be glad to be quiet . Tabitha Rust , the waiting ...
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... took such possession of me , that I named a whole colony of bantams after his Abys- sinian princes and princesses , calling a little golden strutter of a cock after that arch - tyrant the Ras Michael ; and a speckled hen , the beauty of ...
... took such possession of me , that I named a whole colony of bantams after his Abys- sinian princes and princesses , calling a little golden strutter of a cock after that arch - tyrant the Ras Michael ; and a speckled hen , the beauty of ...
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Página 342 - 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...
Página 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.
Página 203 - Since There's No Help Since there's no help. come let us kiss and part: Nay. I have done: you get no more of me. And I am glad. yea. glad with all my heart. That thus so cleanly I myself can free: Shake hands for ever. cancel all our vows. And when we meet at any time again. Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath. When. his pulse failing. passion speechless lies. When faith is kneeling by his bed of death. And innocence...
Página 40 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower. Like a glowworm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view.
Página 40 - What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
Página 198 - The Western wind was wild and dank with foam, And all alone went she. The creeping tide came up along the sand, And o'er and o'er the sand, And round and round the sand, As far as eye could see; The blinding mist came down and hid the land; And never home came she.
Página 197 - Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Página 43 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Página 346 - ... 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.
Página 326 - 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.