Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Volume 2Richard Bentley, 1857 - 376 pages |
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... tell you the very place where Hampden fell . Every spot has its history ! Look at a wooden spire , and your companion shakes his head , and says that it has been so ever since the Cavaliers were blown up in the church - tower ! Ask the ...
... tell you the very place where Hampden fell . Every spot has its history ! Look at a wooden spire , and your companion shakes his head , and says that it has been so ever since the Cavaliers were blown up in the church - tower ! Ask the ...
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... in the first volume of Mr. Craik's most interesting book , " The Romance of the Peerage , " telling of the Earl and Countess , during one of the daily visits that she was at one time permitted to pay him when 10 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
... in the first volume of Mr. Craik's most interesting book , " The Romance of the Peerage , " telling of the Earl and Countess , during one of the daily visits that she was at one time permitted to pay him when 10 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
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... 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 choose , The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword , a ...
... 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 choose , The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword , a ...
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... anxious eyes , And false announcements and fresh laughters rise ; The horseman hastens through the jeering crowd , And finds no horse within the gates allowed : And who shall tell the drive there and the din 32 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
... anxious eyes , And false announcements and fresh laughters rise ; The horseman hastens through the jeering crowd , And finds no horse within the gates allowed : And who shall tell the drive there and the din 32 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
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Mary Russell Mitford. And who shall tell the drive there and the din ? The bells , the drums , the crowds yet squeezing in , The shouts from mere exuberance of delight , And mothers with their babes in sore affright , And armed bands ...
Mary Russell Mitford. And who shall tell the drive there and the din ? The bells , the drums , the crowds yet squeezing in , The shouts from mere exuberance of delight , And mothers with their babes in sore affright , And armed bands ...
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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.