Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Volume 1R. Bentley, 1853 - Authors |
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... face ! So sweet a scorn Never did happy misery adorn ! So sacred a contempt that others show To this ( o ' the height of all the wheel ) below ; That mightiest monarchs by this shaded book May copy out their proudest , richest look . An ...
... face ! So sweet a scorn Never did happy misery adorn ! So sacred a contempt that others show To this ( o ' the height of all the wheel ) below ; That mightiest monarchs by this shaded book May copy out their proudest , richest look . An ...
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... face , You'd drop a tear , Seeing more harmony In her bright eye Than now you hear . The poem of " Loyalty confined " is supposed to have been written by Sir Roger L'Estrange , while imprisoned on account of his adherence to Charles the ...
... face , You'd drop a tear , Seeing more harmony In her bright eye Than now you hear . The poem of " Loyalty confined " is supposed to have been written by Sir Roger L'Estrange , while imprisoned on account of his adherence to Charles the ...
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... face that laughs out openly . " Tis nature , full of spirits , waked and loved . E'en sloth to - day goes quick and ... faces , striking through the green Of leafy roads , at every turn are seen ; And the far ships , lifting their sails ...
... face that laughs out openly . " Tis nature , full of spirits , waked and loved . E'en sloth to - day goes quick and ... faces , striking through the green Of leafy roads , at every turn are seen ; And the far ships , lifting their sails ...
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... faces brought that come and go , Till by their work the charmers take their seats Themselves the sweetest pictures in the streets , In colours by light awnings beautified ; Some re - adjusting tresses newly tied , Some turning a trim ...
... faces brought that come and go , Till by their work the charmers take their seats Themselves the sweetest pictures in the streets , In colours by light awnings beautified ; Some re - adjusting tresses newly tied , Some turning a trim ...
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... faces that with grateful homage glow A home to leave and husband yet to see Are mixed with thoughts of lofty charity : And hard it is she thinks to have no will ; But not to bless these thousands harder still . With that a keen and ...
... faces that with grateful homage glow A home to leave and husband yet to see Are mixed with thoughts of lofty charity : And hard it is she thinks to have no will ; But not to bless these thousands harder still . With that a keen and ...
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Page 340 - 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...
Page 43 - 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 148 - Rise, O ever rise ; Rise like a cloud of incense from the earth ! Thou kingly Spirit throned among the hills, Thou dread ambassador from earth to heaven, Great hierarch ! tell thou the silent sky, And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun, Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
Page 193 - 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 hurl'd — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world!
Page 344 - ... our sage and serious poet Spenser, whom I dare be known to think a better teacher than Scotus or Aquinas, describing true temperance under the person of Guion, brings him in with his Palmer through the cave of Mammon, and the bower of earthly bliss, that he might see and know, and yet abstain.
Page 194 - 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 ruined tower.
Page 324 - What wondrous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head ; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine ; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach ; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Page 330 - Did clap their bloody hands ; He nothing common did, or mean, Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try ; Nor called the gods with vulgar spite To vindicate his helpless right, But bowed his comely head Down, as upon a bed.
Page 15 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 146 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam ? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest...