Recollections of a Literary LifeHarper, 1855 - 558ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... tear in the eye of child , woman , or man : - To the grave with his carcass as fast as you can . Rattle his bones over the stones ; He's only a pauper , whom nobody owns . What a jolting and creaking and splashing and din ! The whip how ...
... tear in the eye of child , woman , or man : - To the grave with his carcass as fast as you can . Rattle his bones over the stones ; He's only a pauper , whom nobody owns . What a jolting and creaking and splashing and din ! The whip how ...
48 ÆäÀÌÁö
... tears , and perjuries , Numberless , nameless mysteries ! And all the little lime - twigs laid , By Machiavel the waiting - maid ; I more voluminous should grow , Chiefly if I , like them should tell , All change of weather that befell ...
... tears , and perjuries , Numberless , nameless mysteries ! And all the little lime - twigs laid , By Machiavel the waiting - maid ; I more voluminous should grow , Chiefly if I , like them should tell , All change of weather that befell ...
82 ÆäÀÌÁö
... tears as those between the father and the son in the last - mentioned play . The famous " Good Night " is truly the one touch of nature that makes the whole world kin ; and although I have seen it played as well as any thing can be ...
... tears as those between the father and the son in the last - mentioned play . The famous " Good Night " is truly the one touch of nature that makes the whole world kin ; and although I have seen it played as well as any thing can be ...
86 ÆäÀÌÁö
... people were scarcely less moved ; so kind an act from a man in such high public estimation excited more than admiration ; and the tears of gratitude shed by the musician drew sympathizing drops from 86 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
... people were scarcely less moved ; so kind an act from a man in such high public estimation excited more than admiration ; and the tears of gratitude shed by the musician drew sympathizing drops from 86 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
109 ÆäÀÌÁö
... tears that those radiant eyes had shed , As she traced the bright word " Glory " in the gay and glancing thread ; And mournful was the smile which o'er those lovely features ran , As she said , " It is your lady's gift , unfurl it in ...
... tears that those radiant eyes had shed , As she traced the bright word " Glory " in the gay and glancing thread ; And mournful was the smile which o'er those lovely features ran , As she said , " It is your lady's gift , unfurl it in ...
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544 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
543 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. 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.
201 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
318 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.
314 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
318 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
242 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
180 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ;
392 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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!
429 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 ruin'd tower.