Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places and PeopleHarper, 1852 - Всего страниц: 558 |
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... honor how it alters . Tell beauty how she blasteth ; Tell favor how she falters ; And as they shall reply , Give each of them the lie . Tell wit how much it wrangles In fickle points of niceness ; Tell wisdom she entangles Herself in ...
... honor how it alters . Tell beauty how she blasteth ; Tell favor how she falters ; And as they shall reply , Give each of them the lie . Tell wit how much it wrangles In fickle points of niceness ; Tell wisdom she entangles Herself in ...
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... nor gloomy fear . What though no grant of royal donors With pompous titles grace our blood ? We'll shine in more substantial honors , And to be noble we'll be good . Our name , while virtue thus we tender , Shall A LITERARY LIFE . 13.
... nor gloomy fear . What though no grant of royal donors With pompous titles grace our blood ? We'll shine in more substantial honors , And to be noble we'll be good . Our name , while virtue thus we tender , Shall A LITERARY LIFE . 13.
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... honor not only of furnishing to Sir Joshua the model of his " Infant Hercules , ” but even of suggesting the subject . Thus it happened : -Passing a few days with Mr. Burke at his favorite retirement , the great painter accompanied his ...
... honor not only of furnishing to Sir Joshua the model of his " Infant Hercules , ” but even of suggesting the subject . Thus it happened : -Passing a few days with Mr. Burke at his favorite retirement , the great painter accompanied his ...
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... honor of their judgment ( as some mortals imagine of their courage ) con- sists in quarreling with every thing . We are , therefore , won- derful wise men , and have a fine business of it , we who spend our time in poetry . I do ...
... honor of their judgment ( as some mortals imagine of their courage ) con- sists in quarreling with every thing . We are , therefore , won- derful wise men , and have a fine business of it , we who spend our time in poetry . I do ...
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... honor I would have , Not from great deeds , but good alone ; The unknown are better than ill known ; Rumor can ope the grave . Acquaintance I would have , but when't depends , Not on the number , but the choice of friends . " Books ...
... honor I would have , Not from great deeds , but good alone ; The unknown are better than ill known ; Rumor can ope the grave . Acquaintance I would have , but when't depends , Not on the number , but the choice of friends . " Books ...
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Стр. 540 - Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit: and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not. Histories make men wise; poets witty; the mathematics subtile; natural philosophy deep; moral grave; logic and rhetoric able to contend.
Стр. 388 - 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...
Стр. 527 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness: The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds and other seas, Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Стр. 431 - Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part. Nay, I have done; you get no more of me, And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Стр. 173 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on.
Стр. 234 - 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.
Стр. 420 - O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Стр. 139 - Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast ? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last. What, were ye born to be An hour or half's delight, And so to bid good-night ? 'Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave : And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave.
Стр. 314 - 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.
Стр. 130 - The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labors, had it been early, had been kind; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent and cannot enjoy it; till I am solitary and cannot impart it; till I am known and do not want it.