Noontide leisure; or, Sketches in summer1824 |
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... lines so pre - eminently striking , especially towards the close , where the personification of thirst intro- duces a thought that speaks to us in the very voice of nature . But ever against restless heat , Bear me to the rock - arch'd ...
... lines so pre - eminently striking , especially towards the close , where the personification of thirst intro- duces a thought that speaks to us in the very voice of nature . But ever against restless heat , Bear me to the rock - arch'd ...
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... line , have been brought on the stage as yours , and even published with your name ! ” " It is very true , " replied the bard with a somewhat jocular air , " and I must be content , I am afraid , like many a greater man , to father what ...
... line , have been brought on the stage as yours , and even published with your name ! ” " It is very true , " replied the bard with a somewhat jocular air , " and I must be content , I am afraid , like many a greater man , to father what ...
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... line , I en- deavoured , as an additional means of supporting a family , to acquire a knowledge of a lucrative branch of the law ; and , in fact , through the aid of a near relative , himself a member of the legal profession , I became ...
... line , I en- deavoured , as an additional means of supporting a family , to acquire a knowledge of a lucrative branch of the law ; and , in fact , through the aid of a near relative , himself a member of the legal profession , I became ...
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... line of composition familiar to their business and their bosoms ; and so mild , so kind , and unas- suming were his manners , that it was difficult to decide whether he was more the love or the pride of their hearts . Dinner was now ...
... line of composition familiar to their business and their bosoms ; and so mild , so kind , and unas- suming were his manners , that it was difficult to decide whether he was more the love or the pride of their hearts . Dinner was now ...
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... lines in question are from the pen of young Braithwayte , who last year printed a little work called The Poet's Willow , or the Passionate Shepherd . " " Nothing more likely , " observed Mr. Tho- mas Combe , " for I knew Dick ...
... lines in question are from the pen of young Braithwayte , who last year printed a little work called The Poet's Willow , or the Passionate Shepherd . " " Nothing more likely , " observed Mr. Tho- mas Combe , " for I knew Dick ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
admiration appeared ation bard beauty Ben Jonson beneath Bertha bosom breast C'est Chant character charms chensey cher Chimæras cœur colours cottage cried daugh daughter dear delight effect English Garden exclaimed father favourite feelings garden gentle gloom grace ground grove Hadleigh happy heard heart Helen Montchensey heureux hope Hubert Gray interest Jardins justly kind landscape light Lille Lord Southampton magic edge manner Master Shakspeare mind Mont Morley morning Muse nature New-Place night o'er passage peace Peterhouse Petrarch pleasure poem poet poetry racter Raymond Neville recollect remarked replied rocks Roland scarcely scene scenery seemed shade Shak Simon Fraser sleep smiling song sonnets soon sorrow soul spirit Stratford stream sweet taste tears thee Thomas Lucy thou thought translator trees valley Vaucluse verdure whilst wild wood Wyeburne Hall yeux young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 313 - Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee; for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge. Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God. Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried. The Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me.
Seite 10 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Seite 8 - Linquenda tellus et domus et placens Uxor, neque harum, quas colis, arborum Te praeter invisas cupressos Ulla brevem dominum sequetur.
Seite 10 - Softly on my eyelids laid ; And, as I wake, sweet music breathe Above, about, or underneath, Sent by some spirit to mortals good, Or the unseen Genius of the wood.
Seite 13 - Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader browner shade; Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease reclined in rustic state) How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great...
Seite 16 - ... male necne Lepos saltet; sed quod magis ad nos pertinet et nescire malum est agitamus: utrumne divitiis homines an sint virtute beati; quidve ad amicitias, usus rectumne, trahat nos; 75 et quae sit natura boni summumque quid eius.
Seite 69 - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Seite 4 - Welcome, ye shades ! ye bowery thickets, hail ! Ye lofty pines ! ye venerable oaks ! Ye ashes wild, resounding o'er the steep ! Delicious is your shelter to the soul, As to the hunted hart the sallying spring...
Seite 250 - Many of his elegies appear to have been written in his eighteenth year, by which it appears that he had then read the Roman authors with very nice discernment. I once heard Mr Hampton, the translator of Polybius, remark, what I think is true, that Milton was the first Englishman who, after the revival of letters, wrote Latin verses with classic elegance.
Seite 282 - So saying, her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the Fruit, she pluck'd, she eat: Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe, That all was lost.