Recollections of a Literary LifeHarper, 1855 - 558 pages |
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... called upon to exhibit , during some temporary absence of the dear mamma , and cried out amain for the ditty that I loved . My father , who spoilt me , did not know a word of it , but he hunted over all the shelves till he had found the ...
... called upon to exhibit , during some temporary absence of the dear mamma , and cried out amain for the ditty that I loved . My father , who spoilt me , did not know a word of it , but he hunted over all the shelves till he had found the ...
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... called metaphysical , he is now chiefly known by those prose essays , all too short and all too few , which , whether for thought or for expression , have rarely been excelled by any writer in any language . They are eminently ...
... called metaphysical , he is now chiefly known by those prose essays , all too short and all too few , which , whether for thought or for expression , have rarely been excelled by any writer in any language . They are eminently ...
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... We find another graceful bit of autobiography in an Essay addressed to Evelyn , and called " The Garden : " " I never had any other desire so strong and so like to covet- ousness , as that one which I have had always 42 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
... We find another graceful bit of autobiography in an Essay addressed to Evelyn , and called " The Garden : " " I never had any other desire so strong and so like to covet- ousness , as that one which I have had always 42 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
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... called Sovereigns in England ; to oppress all his enemies by arms , and all his friends afterward by artifice ; to serve all parties patiently for awhile , and to command them victoriously at last ; to overrun each corner of the three ...
... called Sovereigns in England ; to oppress all his enemies by arms , and all his friends afterward by artifice ; to serve all parties patiently for awhile , and to command them victoriously at last ; to overrun each corner of the three ...
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... called coquette , and now known by the name of flirt , is very lit- tle altered since the days of the Merry Monarch ? and that a similar list compiled by some gay bachelor of Belgravia might , allowing for differences of custom and of ...
... called coquette , and now known by the name of flirt , is very lit- tle altered since the days of the Merry Monarch ? and that a similar list compiled by some gay bachelor of Belgravia might , allowing for differences of custom and of ...
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Page 544 - 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.
Page 543 - 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.
Page 201 - Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie. My music shows ye have your closes. And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives.
Page 318 - 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 314 - Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.
Page 318 - 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 242 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 180 - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; 'Good speed!' cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew ;
Page 392 - 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!
Page 429 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, •** Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin'd tower.