Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, 1±ÇR. Bentley, 1853 |
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... hands than Argus ' eyes , I'll sing thy obsequies with trumpet sounds , And write thy epitaph with blood and wounds . LOVE VERSES , BY THE MARQUIS OF MONTROSE . Sometimes the jargon of the different govern- ments of the day , and ...
... hands than Argus ' eyes , I'll sing thy obsequies with trumpet sounds , And write thy epitaph with blood and wounds . LOVE VERSES , BY THE MARQUIS OF MONTROSE . Sometimes the jargon of the different govern- ments of the day , and ...
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... hand on the white shoulder and spoke thus : ¡° Ye must return with me . A second time Offended , will our sire Peisistratos Pardon the affront ? Thou shouldst have asked thyself That question ere the sail first flapt the mast . " 66 ...
... hand on the white shoulder and spoke thus : ¡° Ye must return with me . A second time Offended , will our sire Peisistratos Pardon the affront ? Thou shouldst have asked thyself That question ere the sail first flapt the mast . " 66 ...
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... hand , Electra , Hath fastened upon mine with fiercer grasp Than I can grasp the sword . Electra . Go , sweet Orestes , I knew not I was holding thee - Avenge him ! ( Alone . ) How he sprang from me ! A LITERARY LIFE . 27.
... hand , Electra , Hath fastened upon mine with fiercer grasp Than I can grasp the sword . Electra . Go , sweet Orestes , I knew not I was holding thee - Avenge him ! ( Alone . ) How he sprang from me ! A LITERARY LIFE . 27.
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... hands wet with flowers , Dazzles the bridemaids looking from the towers : Green vineyards and fair orchards , far and ... hand Has taken with the dawn , so flies report , His promised journey to the expecting court , With knightly pomp ...
... hands wet with flowers , Dazzles the bridemaids looking from the towers : Green vineyards and fair orchards , far and ... hand Has taken with the dawn , so flies report , His promised journey to the expecting court , With knightly pomp ...
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... hand of snow : Smiling and talking some , and some serene , But all with flowers , and all with garlands green , And most in fluttering talk impatient for the scene . At length the approaching trumpets , with a start On the smooth wind ...
... hand of snow : Smiling and talking some , and some serene , But all with flowers , and all with garlands green , And most in fluttering talk impatient for the scene . At length the approaching trumpets , with a start On the smooth wind ...
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340 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
43 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
148 ÆäÀÌÁö - Rise, O ever rise ; Rise like a cloud of incense from the earth ! Thou kingly Spirit throned among the hills, Thou dread ambassador from earth to heaven, Great hierarch ! tell thou the silent sky, And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun, Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
193 ÆäÀÌÁö - Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river: Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurl'd — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world!
344 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... our sage and serious poet Spenser, whom I dare be known to think a better teacher than Scotus or Aquinas, describing true temperance under the person of Guion, brings him in with his Palmer through the cave of Mammon, and the bower of earthly bliss, that he might see and know, and yet abstain.
194 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ruined tower.
324 ÆäÀÌÁö - What wondrous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head ; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine ; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach ; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
330 ÆäÀÌÁö - Did clap their bloody hands ; He nothing common did, or mean, Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try ; Nor called the gods with vulgar spite To vindicate his helpless right, But bowed his comely head Down, as upon a bed.
15 ÆäÀÌÁö - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
146 ÆäÀÌÁö - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam ? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest...