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How should I love the pretty creatures , While round my knees they fondly clung ;
To see them look their mother ' s features , To hear them lisp their mother ' s
tongue . And when with envy , time transported , Shall think to rob us of our joys ...
How should I love the pretty creatures , While round my knees they fondly clung ;
To see them look their mother ' s features , To hear them lisp their mother ' s
tongue . And when with envy , time transported , Shall think to rob us of our joys ...
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The summer sun is falling soft on Carberry ' s hundred isles ; The summer sun is
gleaming still through Gabriel ' s rough defiles ; Old Inisherkin ' s crumbled fane
looks like a molting bird ; And in a calm and sleepy swell the ocean - tide is heard
...
The summer sun is falling soft on Carberry ' s hundred isles ; The summer sun is
gleaming still through Gabriel ' s rough defiles ; Old Inisherkin ' s crumbled fane
looks like a molting bird ; And in a calm and sleepy swell the ocean - tide is heard
...
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How fierce the look these exiles wear , who ' re wont to be ... their ruined shrines ,
their women ' s parting cry ; Their priesthood hunted down like wolves , their
country overthrown ; Each looks as if revenge for all were staked on him alone .
How fierce the look these exiles wear , who ' re wont to be ... their ruined shrines ,
their women ' s parting cry ; Their priesthood hunted down like wolves , their
country overthrown ; Each looks as if revenge for all were staked on him alone .
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One loves to think of him in that calm retreat , — to look round that poor room ,
and think how Genius ennobles all she touches ! Heaven forefend that change in
any shape , whether of embellishment or of decay , should fall upon that cottage !
One loves to think of him in that calm retreat , — to look round that poor room ,
and think how Genius ennobles all she touches ! Heaven forefend that change in
any shape , whether of embellishment or of decay , should fall upon that cottage !
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We have passed the chalk - cliff on whose crown The hermit ' s hut doth cling ,
And the bank , whose hanging woods look down On the smile of Cliefden spring .
We are come where Hedsor ' s crested fount Pours forth its babbling rill , And ...
We have passed the chalk - cliff on whose crown The hermit ' s hut doth cling ,
And the bank , whose hanging woods look down On the smile of Cliefden spring .
We are come where Hedsor ' s crested fount Pours forth its babbling rill , And ...
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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.
Informações bibliográficas
| Título | Recollections of a Literary Life |
| Autor | Mary Russell Mitford |
| Editora | Harper, 1855 |
| Original de | Harvard University |
| Digitalizado | 20 mar. 2008 |
| Num. págs. | 558 páginas |
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