Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places and PeopleHarper, 1852 - 558 páginas |
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... sing , They see not now the milking - maids , deserted is the spring ! Midsummer day , this gallant rides from distant Bandon's town , Those hookers crossed from stormy Skull , the skiff from Affadown , They only found the smoking walls ...
... sing , They see not now the milking - maids , deserted is the spring ! Midsummer day , this gallant rides from distant Bandon's town , Those hookers crossed from stormy Skull , the skiff from Affadown , They only found the smoking walls ...
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... Sings my Maire bhan astoir . Oh ! her sire is very proud , And her mother cold as stone ; But her brother bravely vowed She should be my bride alone ; * Pronounced Maur - ya Vaun Asthore . † Much plenty , or in abundance . For he knew I ...
... Sings my Maire bhan astoir . Oh ! her sire is very proud , And her mother cold as stone ; But her brother bravely vowed She should be my bride alone ; * Pronounced Maur - ya Vaun Asthore . † Much plenty , or in abundance . For he knew I ...
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... sing , Making our hearts to ring At the poor christening , Soggarth aroon ? Who as friend only met , Soggarth aroon ; Never did flout me yet , Soggarth aroon , And when my hearth was dim , Gave , while his eye did brim , What I should ...
... sing , Making our hearts to ring At the poor christening , Soggarth aroon ? Who as friend only met , Soggarth aroon ; Never did flout me yet , Soggarth aroon , And when my hearth was dim , Gave , while his eye did brim , What I should ...
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... sings it to his mistress . ' Tis not for love of gold I go , ' Tis not for love of fame ; Though fortune may her smile bestow , And I may win a name , Ailleen ; And I may win a name . And yet it is for gold I go , And yet it is for fame ...
... sings it to his mistress . ' Tis not for love of gold I go , ' Tis not for love of fame ; Though fortune may her smile bestow , And I may win a name , Ailleen ; And I may win a name . And yet it is for gold I go , And yet it is for fame ...
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... small church on the hill . On , like a hawk upon the wing , Our little wherry flies ; Against her bows the ripples sing , And the wavelets round her rise . In view is Cookham's ivied tower ; And , up 32 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
... small church on the hill . On , like a hawk upon the wing , Our little wherry flies ; Against her bows the ripples sing , And the wavelets round her rise . In view is Cookham's ivied tower ; And , up 32 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
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Recollections of a Literary Life: Or Books, Places and People Mary Russell Mitford Visualização completa - 1858 |
Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Volume 1 Mary Russell Mitford Visualização completa - 1852 |
Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places, and People, Volume 1 Mary Russell Mitford Visualização completa - 1852 |
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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 give Goodere grace hand happy hath hear heard heart Hepzibah honor horse Joanna Baillie John Banim John Clare kind King Klopstock knew Kyng lady laughed letters light live 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 thou thought took trees Twas Ufton Court verse walk wild Winthrop Mackworth Praed wirra-sthru wonder words write wyfe XANTHIAS young youth
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Página 548 - 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 547 - 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 320 - 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 431 - Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other? Alas! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun! Oh! it was pitiful! Near a whole city full, Home she had none.
Página 428 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Página 396 - Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo, God ! God!
Página 320 - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Página 319 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Página 397 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows , simple wiles , Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Página 317 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.