Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Volume 1Richard Bentley, 1857 |
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... smiling Peace shall crown our dwelling , And babes , sweet - smiling babes , our bed , How should I love the pretty creatures , While round 16 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
... smiling Peace shall crown our dwelling , And babes , sweet - smiling babes , our bed , How should I love the pretty creatures , While round 16 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
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... smiles to see how furiously he goes ! How fierce the look these exiles wore , who're wont to be so gay ! The treasured wrongs of fifty years are in their hearts to - day ; The treaty broken ere the ink wherein ' twas writ could dry ...
... smiles to see how furiously he goes ! How fierce the look these exiles wore , who're wont to be so gay ! The treasured wrongs of fifty years are in their hearts to - day ; The treaty broken ere the ink wherein ' twas writ could dry ...
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... smile , Ailleen ; Of thy young faithful smile . And I go to brave a world I hate , And woo it o'er and o'er , And tempt a wave , and try a fate Upon a stranger shore , Ailleen ; Upon a stranger shore . Oh ! when the bays are all my own ...
... smile , Ailleen ; Of thy young faithful smile . And I go to brave a world I hate , And woo it o'er and o'er , And tempt a wave , and try a fate Upon a stranger shore , Ailleen ; Upon a stranger shore . Oh ! when the bays are all my own ...
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... smile will meet me then , And a hand will welcome me , Ailleen ; And a hand will welcome me ! Is it not strange that with such ballads as these of John Banim , Thomas Davis , and Gerald Griffin before us , Mr. Moore , that great and ...
... smile will meet me then , And a hand will welcome me , Ailleen ; And a hand will welcome me ! Is it not strange that with such ballads as these of John Banim , Thomas Davis , and Gerald Griffin before us , Mr. Moore , that great and ...
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... smile of Cliefden spring . We are come where Hedsor's crested fount Pours forth its babbling rill , And where the charmed eye loves to mount To the small church on the hill . On , like a hawk upon the wing , Our A LITERARY LIFE . 41.
... smile of Cliefden spring . We are come where Hedsor's crested fount Pours forth its babbling rill , And where the charmed eye loves to mount To the small church on the hill . On , like a hawk upon the wing , Our A LITERARY LIFE . 41.
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admirable amongst ballads beautiful Ben Jonson better bird bright called charming dance dear delight doth English eyes fair father fear flowers Fontenoy gallop Gelert George Crowninshield Gerald Griffin give grace hand happy hath hear heard heart Holcroft honour horse Hyd y Joanna Baillie John Clare John Watson King Kyng Estmere lady ladye lane laughed live London look Lord maid Maire bhan astoir Marlotes married MARY RUSSELL MITFORD Molière morning murder nature never night o'er once Pan is dead passed play pleasure poems poet poetry poor praise rise rose round SACK OF BALTIMORE seemed sing smile Soame Jenyns Soggarth aroon song stick sweet tell thee Thomas Holcroft thou thought town trees twas verse walk whilst Winthrop Mackworth Praed wonderful words wyfe young youth
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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...
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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
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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...