Recollections of a Literary LifeHarper, 1855 - 558 páginas |
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... laughed , and every heart was glad As if the taxes were abolished ; She frowned , and every look was sad , As if the opera were demolished . She smiled on many just for fun- I knew that there was nothing in it ; I was the first , the ...
... laughed , and every heart was glad As if the taxes were abolished ; She frowned , and every look was sad , As if the opera were demolished . She smiled on many just for fun- I knew that there was nothing in it ; I was the first , the ...
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... laughed and shouted at once . My partner prudently caught me up in his arms again , for fear of my being knocked down and danced over , which , considering some of the exploits of some of the performers , seemed by no means impossible ...
... laughed and shouted at once . My partner prudently caught me up in his arms again , for fear of my being knocked down and danced over , which , considering some of the exploits of some of the performers , seemed by no means impossible ...
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... of the comedies that George III . enjoyed so heartily . I enjoyed it as much as he , and laughed and clapped my hands , and danced on my father's knee , and almost screamed with delight , so that a party in the same 134 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
... of the comedies that George III . enjoyed so heartily . I enjoyed it as much as he , and laughed and clapped my hands , and danced on my father's knee , and almost screamed with delight , so that a party in the same 134 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
Página 136
... laughed until we could laugh no longer . And then the next day we drove home without a moment's weariness of mind or body . Such was my first journey to London . Upon looking back to that journey of nearly sixty years ago , what strikes ...
... laughed until we could laugh no longer . And then the next day we drove home without a moment's weariness of mind or body . Such was my first journey to London . Upon looking back to that journey of nearly sixty years ago , what strikes ...
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... laughed a pitiless laugh , ' Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff ; Till over by Dalhem a dome - spire sprang white , And " Gallop , " gasped Ioris , " for Aix is in sight ! " How they'll greet us ! " - and all in ...
... laughed a pitiless laugh , ' Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff ; Till over by Dalhem a dome - spire sprang white , And " Gallop , " gasped Ioris , " for Aix is in sight ! " How they'll greet us ! " - and all in ...
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Recollections of a Literary Life: Or Books, Places and People Mary Russell Mitford Vista completa - 1858 |
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admirable ballads beauty Ben Jonson bird Bonny Dundee Bradshaigh bright brother called charming dear death delight doth EACUS English EURIPIDES eyes fair father fear feeling flowers Gelert gentlemen Gerald Griffin Goodere grace hand happy hath hear heard heart Hepzibah honor horse Joanna Baillie John Banim kind King Klopstock Kyng lady laughed letters light lived look Lord Mahony maid mignonette Molière morning murder never night noble o'er once Pan is dead passed person pleasure poems poet poetry poor praise round SACK OF BALTIMORE scene seemed sing smile Soggarth aroon song spirit story sweet tears tell thee There's thing Thomas Holcroft thou thought took trees truth Twas Ufton Court verse walk wild Winthrop Mackworth Praed wirra-sthru wonder words write wyfe XANTHIAS young youth
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Página 544 - I know they are as lively, and as vigorously productive, as those fabulous dragon's teeth ; and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book. Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image ; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were in the eye.
Página 543 - 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. For expert men can execute, and perhaps judge of particulars, one by one ; but the general counsels, and the plots, and marshalling of affairs come best from those that are learned.
Página 201 - Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie. My music shows ye have your closes. And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives.
Página 318 - 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.
Página 314 - Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.
Página 318 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Página 242 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Página 180 - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; 'Good speed!' cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew ;
Página 392 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge!
Página 429 - 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 ruin'd tower.