Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Volume 1R. Bentley, 1853 - Authors |
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... winds that curl the flood Know no such liberty . Stone walls do not a prison make , Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage ; If I have freedom in my love , And in 14 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
... winds that curl the flood Know no such liberty . Stone walls do not a prison make , Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage ; If I have freedom in my love , And in 14 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
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... wind ; Nor in more calm abstracted bourne Slip from my travelled flesh , and from my bones outworn . Perhaps , some future hour , To her accustomed bower Might come the untamed , and yet gentle she ; And where she saw me first , Might ...
... wind ; Nor in more calm abstracted bourne Slip from my travelled flesh , and from my bones outworn . Perhaps , some future hour , To her accustomed bower Might come the untamed , and yet gentle she ; And where she saw me first , Might ...
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... wind Shook down upon her bosom flower on flower ; And there she sat meek - eyed , In midst of all that pride , Sprinkled and blushing through an amorous shower . Some to her hair paid dower , And seemed to dress the curls Queenlike with ...
... wind Shook down upon her bosom flower on flower ; And there she sat meek - eyed , In midst of all that pride , Sprinkled and blushing through an amorous shower . Some to her hair paid dower , And seemed to dress the curls Queenlike with ...
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... wind come dancing to the heart . The crowd are mute ; and from the southern wall A lordly blast gives answer to the call . Then comes the crush ; and all who best can strive In shuffling struggle toward the palace drive , Where ...
... wind come dancing to the heart . The crowd are mute ; and from the southern wall A lordly blast gives answer to the call . Then comes the crush ; and all who best can strive In shuffling struggle toward the palace drive , Where ...
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... winds deflowered , Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy - winged thieves . Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass , Rain - awakened flowers , All that ever was Joyous , and clear and fresh , thy ...
... winds deflowered , Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy - winged thieves . Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass , Rain - awakened flowers , All that ever was Joyous , and clear and fresh , thy ...
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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...