Tales of My Landlord,: Old mortalityWilliam Blackwood, Prince's Street: and John Murray, Albemarle Street, London., 1817 - 347 páginas |
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Página 18 - Whate'er he did, was done with so much ease, In him alone 'twas natural to please ; His motions all accompanied with grace, And Paradise was open'd in his face.
Página 83 - Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife ! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
Página 211 - Ah, fields beloved in vain, Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain ? I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Página 89 - ... us on any given moment — it is the memory which the soldier leaves behind him, like the long train of light that follows the sunken sun — that is all which is worth caring for, which distinguishes the death of the brave or the ignoble.
Página 36 - Certain men, the children of Belial, are gone out from among you, and have withdrawn the inhabitants of their city, saying, Let us go and serve other gods, which ye have not known...
Página 333 - ... as the author draws to a conclusion ; just like your tea, which, though excellent hyson, is necessarily weaker and more insipid in the last cup. Now, as I think the one is by no means improved by the luscious lump of half-dissolved sugar usually found at the bottom of it, so I am of opinion that a history, growing already vapid, is but dully crutched up by a detail of circumstances which every reader must have anticipated, even though the author exhaust on them every flowery epithet in the language.