Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Volume 1Richard Bentley, 1857 |
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... dead of the night , sacked the town , and bore off into slavery all who were not too old or too young , or too fierce , for their purpose . The pirates were steered up the intricate channel by one Hackett , a Dungarvon fisherman , whom ...
... dead of the night , sacked the town , and bore off into slavery all who were not too old or too young , or too fierce , for their purpose . The pirates were steered up the intricate channel by one Hackett , a Dungarvon fisherman , whom ...
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... dead ! she stabbed him in the midst of his serai ! And , when to die a death of fire , that noble maid they bore , She only smiled - O'Driscoll's child ! -she thought of Baltimore . " Tis two long years since sank the town beneath that ...
... dead ! she stabbed him in the midst of his serai ! And , when to die a death of fire , that noble maid they bore , She only smiled - O'Driscoll's child ! -she thought of Baltimore . " Tis two long years since sank the town beneath that ...
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... dead . Across the plain and far away passed on that hideous wrack , While cavalier and fantassin dash in upon their track . On Fontenoy , on Fontenoy , like eagles in the sun , With bloody plumes the Irish stand : the field is fought ...
... dead . Across the plain and far away passed on that hideous wrack , While cavalier and fantassin dash in upon their track . On Fontenoy , on Fontenoy , like eagles in the sun , With bloody plumes the Irish stand : the field is fought ...
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... Dead he is not - but departed - for the artist never dies . Fairer seems the ancient city , and the sunshine seems more fair That he once has trod its pavement , that he once has breathed its air ! Through these streets so broad and ...
... Dead he is not - but departed - for the artist never dies . Fairer seems the ancient city , and the sunshine seems more fair That he once has trod its pavement , that he once has breathed its air ! Through these streets so broad and ...
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... dead lay in his shroud of snow ! And in the hush that followed the prayer , Was heard the old clock on the stair : " Forever - never ! Never - forever ! " All are scattered now and fled , Some are married , some are dead ; And when I ...
... dead lay in his shroud of snow ! And in the hush that followed the prayer , Was heard the old clock on the stair : " Forever - never ! Never - forever ! " All are scattered now and fled , Some are married , some are dead ; And when I ...
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Page 325 - UNDERNEATH this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, SIDNEY'S sister, PEMBROKE'S mother ; Death ! ere thou hast slain another, Learn'd and fair, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Page 319 - Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep> Seated in thy silver chair State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
Page 86 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Page 262 - Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle...
Page 237 - for Aix is in sight ! " "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Page 311 - It is accomplished. The deed is done. He retreats, retraces his steps to the window, passes out through it as he came in, and escapes. He has done the murder; no eye has seen him, no ear has heard him. The secret is his own, and it is safe! Ah!
Page 80 - Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint old town of toil and traffic, quaint old town of art and song, Memories haunt thy pointed gables like the rooks that round them throng : Memories of the Middle Ages, when the emperors, rough and bold, Had their dwelling in thy castle, time-defying, centuries old ; And thy brave and thrifty burghers boasted, in their uncouth rhyme, That their great imperial city stretched its hand...
Page 262 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Page 192 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring! As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew Ne'er to be found again.
Page 234 - Will't please you sit and look at her? I said "Fra Pandolf" by design, for never read Strangers like you that pictured countenance, The depth and passion of its earnest glance, But to myself they turned (since none puts by The curtain I have...