Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Volume 2Richard Bentley, 1857 - 376 pages |
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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 ...
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... 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 ...
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... 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 ...
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... 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 BACCHUS ballad Bath beauty boatie rows Bonny Dundee Bradshaigh bright brother called Captain Charles Lamb charming County Guy Court dear death delight Donnington Castle door 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 thing thou thought Thrasymedes took trees Twas Ufton Court verse walls weel whilst wild WILLIAM MOTHERWELL wind wirra-sthru wonder words write XANTHIAS young
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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.