Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places, and People, Volumen1R. Bentley, 1852 - 558 páginas |
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... head sette Hunge lowe down to her knee ; And every rynge on her smalle finger Shone of the chrystall free . Sayes , " Christ you save , my deare madáme ; " Sayes , " Christ you save and see ! " Sayes , " You be welcome , Kyng Estmere ...
... head sette Hunge lowe down to her knee ; And every rynge on her smalle finger Shone of the chrystall free . Sayes , " Christ you save , my deare madáme ; " Sayes , " Christ you save and see ! " Sayes , " You be welcome , Kyng Estmere ...
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... head , not of the heart . This poem , at least , may vie with those of Gerald Griffin in the high and rare merit of conveying the noblest sentiments in the simplest language . Away ! let nought to love displeasing , My Winifreda , move ...
... head , not of the heart . This poem , at least , may vie with those of Gerald Griffin in the high and rare merit of conveying the noblest sentiments in the simplest language . Away ! let nought to love displeasing , My Winifreda , move ...
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... his chosen troops like clouds at eventide . Six thousand English veterans in stately column tread , Their cannon blaze in front and flank , Lord Hay is at their head . Steady they step adown the slope , steady they mount 30 RECOLLECTIONS ...
... his chosen troops like clouds at eventide . Six thousand English veterans in stately column tread , Their cannon blaze in front and flank , Lord Hay is at their head . Steady they step adown the slope , steady they mount 30 RECOLLECTIONS ...
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... head Windsor - ward . Then we reviewed the haunts of Gray , the house at Stoke Pogis , and the churchyard where he is buried , and which contains the touching epitaph wherein the pious son commemorates " the careful mother of many ...
... head Windsor - ward . Then we reviewed the haunts of Gray , the house at Stoke Pogis , and the churchyard where he is buried , and which contains the touching epitaph wherein the pious son commemorates " the careful mother of many ...
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... head of the school of poets 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 ...
... head of the school of poets 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 ...
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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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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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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.