Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places, and PeopleHarper, 1872 - 558 pages |
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... death ; it is even uncertain that Raleigh was the author ; but that it is of that age is beyond all doubt ; so is its extraordinary beauty - a beauty quite free from the conceits which deform too many of our finest old lyrics . Go ...
... death ; it is even uncertain that Raleigh was the author ; but that it is of that age is beyond all doubt ; so is its extraordinary beauty - a beauty quite free from the conceits which deform too many of our finest old lyrics . Go ...
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... death of fire , that noble maid they bore , She only smiled - O'Driscoll's child ! -she thought of Baltimore ! ' Tis two long years since sank the town beneath that bloody band And all around its trampled hearths a larger concourse ...
... death of fire , that noble maid they bore , She only smiled - O'Driscoll's child ! -she thought of Baltimore ! ' Tis two long years since sank the town beneath that bloody band And all around its trampled hearths a larger concourse ...
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... death they rush , but rude their shock , not unavenged they died . On , through the camp the column trod , King Louis turned his rein : " Not yet , my liege , " Saxe interposed , " the Irish troops remain . ” And Fontenoy , famed ...
... death they rush , but rude their shock , not unavenged they died . On , through the camp the column trod , King Louis turned his rein : " Not yet , my liege , " Saxe interposed , " the Irish troops remain . ” And Fontenoy , famed ...
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... death , the night . My house , a cottage more Than palace ; and should fitting be For all my use , no luxury . My garden painted o'er With nature's hand , not art's ; and pleasures yield , Horace might envy in his Sabine field . " Thus ...
... death , the night . My house , a cottage more Than palace ; and should fitting be For all my use , no luxury . My garden painted o'er With nature's hand , not art's ; and pleasures yield , Horace might envy in his Sabine field . " Thus ...
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... death , making in one of his letters a kind commemoration of the happiness which they two had enjoyed together , he adds at last , that he thought it no disparagement to those qualifications of their life , that , in the midst of the ...
... death , making in one of his letters a kind commemoration of the happiness which they two had enjoyed together , he adds at last , that he thought it no disparagement to those qualifications of their life , that , in the midst of the ...
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Page 545 - 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 438 - 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.
Page 546 - 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 138 - 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.
Page 315 - 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 316 - 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.
Page 394 - 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!
Page 394 - 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!
Page 182 - 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.
Page 430 - 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.