Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places, and People, Volumen1R. Bentley, 1852 - 558 páginas |
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... Pan is Dead " at the end of the first volume instead of the second . The dif- ference does not seem much . But she had pro- 274 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
... Pan is Dead " at the end of the first volume instead of the second . The dif- ference does not seem much . But she had pro- 274 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
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... Pan is Dead " should conclude the collection ; and Mr. Kenyon was out of town and could not release her word . To this delicate conscientiousness we owe one of the most charming love - stories in any language . It is too long for ...
... Pan is Dead " should conclude the collection ; and Mr. Kenyon was out of town and could not release her word . To this delicate conscientiousness we owe one of the most charming love - stories in any language . It is too long for ...
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... Pan is dead . In what revels are ye sunken In old Ethiopia ? Have the Pygmies made you drunken , Bathing in Mandragora Your divine pale lips , that shiver Like the lilies in the river ? Pan , Pan is dead . Do ye sit there still in ...
... Pan is dead . In what revels are ye sunken In old Ethiopia ? Have the Pygmies made you drunken , Bathing in Mandragora Your divine pale lips , that shiver Like the lilies in the river ? Pan , Pan is dead . Do ye sit there still in ...
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... Pan is dead . " Gods of Hellas , gods of Hellas ! " Said the old Hellenic tongue , Said the hero - oaths , as well as Poets ' songs the sweetest sung ! Have ye grown deaf in a day ? Can ye speak not yea or nay― Since Pan is dead ? Do ye ...
... Pan is dead . " Gods of Hellas , gods of Hellas ! " Said the old Hellenic tongue , Said the hero - oaths , as well as Poets ' songs the sweetest sung ! Have ye grown deaf in a day ? Can ye speak not yea or nay― Since Pan is dead ? Do ye ...
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... Pan is dead . O , twelve gods of Plato's vision Crowned to starry wanderings , — With your chariots in procession And your silver clash of wings . Very pale ye seem to rise , Ghosts of Grecian deities , Now Pan is dead . Jove ! that ...
... Pan is dead . O , twelve gods of Plato's vision Crowned to starry wanderings , — With your chariots in procession And your silver clash of wings . Very pale ye seem to rise , Ghosts of Grecian deities , Now Pan is dead . Jove ! that ...
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Recollections of a Literary Life: Or Books, Places and People Mary Russell Mitford Vista completa - 1858 |
Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places and People Mary Russell Mitford Vista completa - 1852 |
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Página 233 - 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...
Página 289 - 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.
Página 319 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Página 320 - 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.
Página 222 - 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...
Página 106 - 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...
Página 48 - 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.
Página 235 - 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.
Página 221 - 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.
Página 152 - 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.