Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places, and People, 1. kötetR. Bentley, 1852 - 558 oldal |
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... eyes . A pleasant home , in truth , it was . A large house in a little town of the north of Hampshire , - a town , so small that but for an ancient market , very slenderly attended , nobody would have dreamt of calling B 2 A LITERARY ...
... eyes . A pleasant home , in truth , it was . A large house in a little town of the north of Hampshire , - a town , so small that but for an ancient market , very slenderly attended , nobody would have dreamt of calling B 2 A LITERARY ...
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... eyes at this moment , looking exactly like a cross between Arabic and Chinese . THE SACK OF BALTIMORE . Baltimore is a small seaport , in the barony of Carbery , in South Munster . It grew up round a castle of O'Driscoll's , and was ...
... eyes at this moment , looking exactly like a cross between Arabic and Chinese . THE SACK OF BALTIMORE . Baltimore is a small seaport , in the barony of Carbery , in South Munster . It grew up round a castle of O'Driscoll's , and was ...
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... Through the trees the smoke shall rise From our hearth with maith go léor , There shall shine the happy eyes Of my Maire bhan astoir . * Much plenty , or in abundance . Mild is Maire bhan astoir , Mine is Maire bhan A LITERARY LIFE . 29.
... Through the trees the smoke shall rise From our hearth with maith go léor , There shall shine the happy eyes Of my Maire bhan astoir . * Much plenty , or in abundance . Mild is Maire bhan astoir , Mine is Maire bhan A LITERARY LIFE . 29.
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... eye , And ordered up his last reserve , his latest chance to try . On Fontenoy , on Fontenoy , how fast his generals ride ! And mustering come his chosen troops like clouds at eventide . Six thousand English veterans in stately column ...
... eye , And ordered up his last reserve , his latest chance to try . On Fontenoy , on Fontenoy , how fast his generals ride ! And mustering come his chosen troops like clouds at eventide . Six thousand English veterans in stately column ...
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... Soggarth aroon ? Who as friend only met , Soggarth aroon ; Never did flout me yet , Soggarth aroon , And when my hearth was dim , Gave , while his eye did brim , What I should give to him , Soggarth aroon ? A LITERARY LIFE . 35.
... Soggarth aroon ? Who as friend only met , Soggarth aroon ; Never did flout me yet , Soggarth aroon , And when my hearth was dim , Gave , while his eye did brim , What I should give to him , Soggarth aroon ? A LITERARY LIFE . 35.
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admirable amongst Anacreon ballad Beaumont and Fletcher beautiful better bird Bishop Percy bright called charming Chevy Chase dancing dear delight doth English eyes fair Fanchon father fear flowers Fontenoy Forever-never gallop gentle Gerald Griffin give gold grace hand happy heard heart Holcroft honour horse Irish Joanna Baillie John Banim John Clare John Watson Kyng Estmere Kyng of Spayne lady ladye lane laughed live London look Lord maid Maire bhan astoir married MARY RUSSELL MITFORD merry never Never-forever night o'er Pan is dead passed play pleasure poems poet poetry poor praise pretty round Rugeley SACK OF BALTIMORE Sayes seemed sing smile Soggarth aroon song stick sweet Tell thee Thomas Holcroft thou thought tion trees twas verse walk whilst Winthrop Mackworth Praed wonderful word wyfe young
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233. oldal - The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For, having lost...
289. 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.
319. oldal - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
320. oldal - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither — soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy-buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, — All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy Love.
222. oldal - When upon some slight encouragement I first visited your Lordship, I was overpowered like the rest of mankind by the enchantment of your address, and could not forbear to wish that I might boast myself le vainqueur du vainqueur de la terre...
106. oldal - There is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair...
48. oldal - In the first rank of these did Zimri ' stand, A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long ; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
235. oldal - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
221. oldal - World,' that two papers, in which my ' Dictionary ' is recommended to the public, were written by your lordship. To be so distinguished, is an honour, which, being very little accustomed to favours from the great, I know not well how to receive, or in what terms to acknowledge.
152. oldal - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.