Pictures of the Living Authors of BritainPartridge & Oakey, 1851 - 206 páginas |
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... HORNE THOMAS CARLYLE ... CHARLES MACKAY SIR EDWARD BULWER LYTTON PHILIP JAMES BAILEY MRS . JAMESON DOUGLAS JERROLD JOHN FORSTER ... JOHN WESTLAND MARSTON PAGE 15 39 48 ... 61 76 : 88 116 132 146 150 : 155 165 : : 178 193 201 ... · A ...
... HORNE THOMAS CARLYLE ... CHARLES MACKAY SIR EDWARD BULWER LYTTON PHILIP JAMES BAILEY MRS . JAMESON DOUGLAS JERROLD JOHN FORSTER ... JOHN WESTLAND MARSTON PAGE 15 39 48 ... 61 76 : 88 116 132 146 150 : 155 165 : : 178 193 201 ... · A ...
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... HORNE . Bal- Exposition of the False Medium . Gregory VII , a tragedy . lad Romances . Judas Iscariot , a Miracle Play . Death of Marlowe . Orion , an epic poem . Essay on Tragic Influence . EDITOR . Cosmo de Medici . Spirit of the Age ...
... HORNE . Bal- Exposition of the False Medium . Gregory VII , a tragedy . lad Romances . Judas Iscariot , a Miracle Play . Death of Marlowe . Orion , an epic poem . Essay on Tragic Influence . EDITOR . Cosmo de Medici . Spirit of the Age ...
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... Horne is still in Germany - but I expect soon to hear of his return . He thought of coming home in April - and here is April on the verge of turning into May . " Mr. Chorley , of the Athenæum , and Music and Manners , ' has a comedy on ...
... Horne is still in Germany - but I expect soon to hear of his return . He thought of coming home in April - and here is April on the verge of turning into May . " Mr. Chorley , of the Athenæum , and Music and Manners , ' has a comedy on ...
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... Horne observes , " There must be something peculiarly undramatic in t ' e mind that could con- ceive and execute a dramatic subject in so lengthy a form as to comprise the same number of lines as six plays , each of the ordinary length ...
... Horne observes , " There must be something peculiarly undramatic in t ' e mind that could con- ceive and execute a dramatic subject in so lengthy a form as to comprise the same number of lines as six plays , each of the ordinary length ...
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... number appeared , but after conducting it for three or four weeks the novelist found the pursuit dis- tasteful , and retired from its management . RICHARD HENRY HORNE . " " THE career of Richard CHARLES DICKENS . 115.
... number appeared , but after conducting it for three or four weeks the novelist found the pursuit dis- tasteful , and retired from its management . RICHARD HENRY HORNE . " " THE career of Richard CHARLES DICKENS . 115.
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Página 31 - THERE is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro...
Página 82 - TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
Página 31 - Why are we weigh'd upon with heaviness, And utterly consumed with sharp distress, While all things else have rest from weariness ? All things have rest: why should we toil alone, We only toil, who are the first of things, And make perpetual moan, Still from one sorrow to another thrown: Nor ever fold our wings, And cease from wanderings, Nor steep our brows in slumber's holy balm; Nor hearken what the inner spirit sings,
Página 66 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
Página 21 - This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse. 'Think you this mould of hopes and fears Could find no statelier than his peers In yonder hundred million spheres?' It spake, moreover, in my mind: 'Tho' thou wert scatter'd to the wind, Yet is there plenty of the kind.
Página 24 - Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. " 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that I want.
Página 31 - We will return no more;" And all at once they sang, "Our island home Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam.
Página 30 - That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. Drug thy memories, lest thou learn it, lest thy heart be put to proof, In the dead unhappy night, and when the rain is on the roof.
Página 31 - And taste, to him the gushing of the wave Far far away did seem to mourn and rave On alien shores...
Página 20 - To-day I saw the dragon-fly Come from the wells where he did lie. "An inner impulse rent the veil Of his old husk : from head to tail Came out clear plates of sapphire mail. "He dried his wings: like gauze they grew: Thro' crofts and pastures wet with dew A living flash of light he flew.