Recollections of a Literary LifeHarper, 1855 - 558 pages |
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... father would perch me on the breakfast - table to exhibit my one accom- plishment to some admiring guest , who admired all the more , because , a small , puny child , looking far younger than I really was , nicely dressed , as only ...
... father would perch me on the breakfast - table to exhibit my one accom- plishment to some admiring guest , who admired all the more , because , a small , puny child , looking far younger than I really was , nicely dressed , as only ...
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... father , who spoilt me , did not know a word of it , but he hunted over all the shelves till he had found the volumes , that he might read it to me himself ; and then I grew unreasonable in my demand , and coaxed , and kissed , and ...
... father , who spoilt me , did not know a word of it , but he hunted over all the shelves till he had found the volumes , that he might read it to me himself ; and then I grew unreasonable in my demand , and coaxed , and kissed , and ...
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... father , handsomest and cheerfulest of men , and the great New- foundland dog Coe , who used to lie down at my feet , as if to in- vite me to mount him , and then to prance off with his burden , as if he enjoyed the fun as much as we ...
... father , handsomest and cheerfulest of men , and the great New- foundland dog Coe , who used to lie down at my feet , as if to in- vite me to mount him , and then to prance off with his burden , as if he enjoyed the fun as much as we ...
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... Right welcome unto me . " And iff you love me as you saye , So well and heartilée ; All that ever you are comen about , Soone sped now itt may bee . " Then bespake her father deare : " My daughter , A LITERARY LIFE . 5.
... Right welcome unto me . " And iff you love me as you saye , So well and heartilée ; All that ever you are comen about , Soone sped now itt may bee . " Then bespake her father deare : " My daughter , A LITERARY LIFE . 5.
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... father , Are stronglye built aboute ; And therefore of that foul paynim , Wee neede not stande in doubte . ' Plyghte me your troth nowe , Kyng Estmere , By Heaven and your righte hande , That you will marrye me to your wyfe , And make ...
... father , Are stronglye built aboute ; And therefore of that foul paynim , Wee neede not stande in doubte . ' Plyghte me your troth nowe , Kyng Estmere , By Heaven and your righte hande , That you will marrye me to your wyfe , And make ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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 ;
Page 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!
Page 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.