Recollections of a Literary LifeHarper, 1855 - Всего страниц: 558 |
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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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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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 ;
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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.