Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places, and PeopleHarper, 1872 - 558 oldal |
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i. oldal
... happy hour seemed to live again in my memory and my heart . But no higher pleasure can it afford me , than the opportunity of express- ing to you my sincere respect and admiration for talent , espe cially dramatic talent not even yet ...
... happy hour seemed to live again in my memory and my heart . But no higher pleasure can it afford me , than the opportunity of express- ing to you my sincere respect and admiration for talent , espe cially dramatic talent not even yet ...
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... happy hour seemed to live again in my memory and my heart . But no higher pleasure can it afford me , than the opportunity of express- ing to you my sincere respect and admiration for talent , espe . cially dramatic talent not even yet ...
... happy hour seemed to live again in my memory and my heart . But no higher pleasure can it afford me , than the opportunity of express- ing to you my sincere respect and admiration for talent , espe . cially dramatic talent not even yet ...
1. oldal
... happy child- hood . In common with many only children , especially where the mother is of a grave and home - loving nature , I learn 、 l to read at a very early age . Before I was three years old my father would perch me on the ...
... happy child- hood . In common with many only children , especially where the mother is of a grave and home - loving nature , I learn 、 l to read at a very early age . Before I was three years old my father would perch me on the ...
3. oldal
... Happy , happy days ! It is good to have the mernory of such a childhood ! to be able to call up past delights by the mere sight and sound of Chevy Chase or the battle of Otterbourne . And as time wore on , the fine ballad of " King ...
... Happy , happy days ! It is good to have the mernory of such a childhood ! to be able to call up past delights by the mere sight and sound of Chevy Chase or the battle of Otterbourne . And as time wore on , the fine ballad of " King ...
19. oldal
... happy eyes Of my Maire bhan astoir . Mild is Maire bhan astoir , Mine is Maire bhan astoir , Saints will watch about the door Of my Maire bhan astoir . I subjue of thel yrics , a ballad of the " Brigade , " which produced so much effect ...
... happy eyes Of my Maire bhan astoir . Mild is Maire bhan astoir , Mine is Maire bhan astoir , Saints will watch about the door Of my Maire bhan astoir . I subjue of thel yrics , a ballad of the " Brigade , " which produced so much effect ...
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admirable ballads beauty Ben Jonson bird Bonny Dundee Bradshaigh bright brother called charming dear death delight doth EACUS English EURIPIDES eyes fair father fear feeling flowers Gelert gentlemen Gerald Griffin give Goodere grace hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven Hepzibah honor horse Joanna Baillie John Banim John Clare kind King Klopstock knew Kyng lady laughed letters light live look Lord Mahony maid mignonette Molière morning murder never night noble o'er once Pan is dead passed person pleasure poems poet poetry poor praise round SACK OF BALTIMORE scene seemed sing smile song spirit story sweet tears tell thee There's thing Thomas Holcroft thou thought took trees truth Twas Ufton Court verse walk wild wirra-sthru wonder words write wyfe XANTHIAS young youth
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545. oldal - 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. For expert men can execute, and perhaps judge of particulars, one by one ; but the general counsels, and the plots, and marshalling of affairs come best from those that are learned.
438. oldal - 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 is closing up his eyes, — Now if thou would'st, when all have given him over, From death to life thou might'st him yet recover ! THE BATTLE OF AGINCOURT.
546. oldal - I know they are as lively, and as vigorously productive, as those fabulous dragon's teeth ; and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book. Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image ; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were in the eye.
138. 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. I hope it is no very cynical asperity not to confess obligations where no benefit has been received ; or to be unwilling that the public should consider me as owing that to a patron which Providence has enabled me to do for myself.
315. oldal - 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...
316. oldal - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
394. oldal - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
394. oldal - Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo, God ! God!
182. oldal - Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground ; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine, Which (the burgesses voted by common consent) Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent.
430. oldal - Where the lamps quiver So far in the river. With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement. She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver ; But not the dark arch. Or the black flowing river : Mad from Life's history, Glad to Death's mystery, Swift to be hurled— Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly.