The Works of Donald G. Mitchell: English lands, leters and kings; Queen Anne and the GeorgesC. Scribner's sons, 1907 |
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... sight of the Venetian Coach that Dean Swift introduced to his friend Miss Vanhomrigh ( Vanessa ) a young protégé of his , whom he had known at Dublin , and who had made a great reputation there among thinkers , by an ingenious Theory of ...
... sight of the Venetian Coach that Dean Swift introduced to his friend Miss Vanhomrigh ( Vanessa ) a young protégé of his , whom he had known at Dublin , and who had made a great reputation there among thinkers , by an ingenious Theory of ...
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... sight of dearth and decay in Europe , was earnest in the belief that Christian civilization was to win its greatest coming conquests " over seas . " His enthusi- asms had , for once , carried him into verse , of which a prophetic ...
... sight of dearth and decay in Europe , was earnest in the belief that Christian civilization was to win its greatest coming conquests " over seas . " His enthusi- asms had , for once , carried him into verse , of which a prophetic ...
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... sight of old John Dryden , then drawing near to the end of his worldly honors . And this thin , white - faced , crippled boy looking stealthily up at the master , even then had wild ambitious dreams of the day when he too should have ...
... sight of old John Dryden , then drawing near to the end of his worldly honors . And this thin , white - faced , crippled boy looking stealthily up at the master , even then had wild ambitious dreams of the day when he too should have ...
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... sight of that kindly smile , which he had known so long and perhaps had valued more than he had dared to confess . But in those final days she had gone her ways ; maybe was grown tired of waiting upon the peevish humors of the poet ...
... sight of that kindly smile , which he had known so long and perhaps had valued more than he had dared to confess . But in those final days she had gone her ways ; maybe was grown tired of waiting upon the peevish humors of the poet ...
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... sight of his mother's pala- tial windows , gazing grief - smitten at them , and yearning for the maternal recognition , which the heartless , dishonored woman re- fused . So , this castaway runs to drink and all deviltries ; Johnson ...
... sight of his mother's pala- tial windows , gazing grief - smitten at them , and yearning for the maternal recognition , which the heartless , dishonored woman re- fused . So , this castaway runs to drink and all deviltries ; Johnson ...
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94. oldal - The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind ; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent and cannot enjoy it; till I am solitary and cannot impart it; till I am known and do not want it.
308. oldal - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
17. oldal - We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise, And Earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
76. oldal - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
39. oldal - Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide: If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
308. oldal - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never...
247. oldal - That young lady had a talent for describing the involvements, and feelings, and characters of ordinary life, which is to me the most wonderful I ever met with. The Big Bow-wow strain I can do myself like any now going ; but the exquisite touch, which renders ordinary commonplace things and characters interesting, from the truth of the description and the sentiment, is denied to me.
80. oldal - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
126. oldal - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
16. oldal - Sleep, my babe; thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide; All without thy care or payment, All thy wants are well supplied.