Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places and PeopleHarper, 1852 - 558 страница |
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... POETS . J. ANSTEY 52 VI . AMERICAN POETS . HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW . 62 VII . AUTHORS SPRUNG FROM THE PEOPLE . THOMAS HOLCROFT.
... POETS . J. ANSTEY 52 VI . AMERICAN POETS . HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW . 62 VII . AUTHORS SPRUNG FROM THE PEOPLE . THOMAS HOLCROFT.
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... POETS . WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED 100 X. PEASANT POETS . JOHN CLARE . 115 XI . AUTHORS ASSOCIATED WITH PLACES . SAMUEL JOHNSON 127 XII . OLD POETS . . 142 ROBERT HERRICK - GEORGE WITHERS XIII . FEMALE POETS . JOANNA BAILLIE - CATHERINE ...
... POETS . WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED 100 X. PEASANT POETS . JOHN CLARE . 115 XI . AUTHORS ASSOCIATED WITH PLACES . SAMUEL JOHNSON 127 XII . OLD POETS . . 142 ROBERT HERRICK - GEORGE WITHERS XIII . FEMALE POETS . JOANNA BAILLIE - CATHERINE ...
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... POETS . MISS BLAMIRE - MRS . JAMES GRAY . . 215 DANIEL WEBSTER BEN JONSON XVIII . AMERICAN ORATORS . XIX . OLD AUTHORS . 228 . 240 XX . FASHIONABLE POETS . WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER . 247 XXI . AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF DRAMATIC AUTHORS . COLLEY ...
... POETS . MISS BLAMIRE - MRS . JAMES GRAY . . 215 DANIEL WEBSTER BEN JONSON XVIII . AMERICAN ORATORS . XIX . OLD AUTHORS . 228 . 240 XX . FASHIONABLE POETS . WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER . 247 XXI . AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF DRAMATIC AUTHORS . COLLEY ...
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... POETS LOVE . WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR - LEIGH HUNT - PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY- JOHN KEATS . • 304 XXV . AUTHORS ASSOCIATED WITH PLACES . 322 CHRISTOPHER ANSTEY XXVI . AMERICAN POETS . JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER - FITZ - GREENE HALLOCK 334 XXVII ...
... POETS LOVE . WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR - LEIGH HUNT - PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY- JOHN KEATS . • 304 XXV . AUTHORS ASSOCIATED WITH PLACES . 322 CHRISTOPHER ANSTEY XXVI . AMERICAN POETS . JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER - FITZ - GREENE HALLOCK 334 XXVII ...
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... POETS . SAMUEL RICHARDSON SIR WALTER SCOTT W. C. BENNETT XXXII . LETTERS OF AUTHORS . XXXIII . FINE SINGLE POEMS . XXXIV . AUTHORS ASSOCIATED WITH PLACES . PAGK . 399 . 411 . 424 . 442 XXXV . IRISH AUTHORS . GERALD GRIFFIN . 457 XXXVI ...
... POETS . SAMUEL RICHARDSON SIR WALTER SCOTT W. C. BENNETT XXXII . LETTERS OF AUTHORS . XXXIII . FINE SINGLE POEMS . XXXIV . AUTHORS ASSOCIATED WITH PLACES . PAGK . 399 . 411 . 424 . 442 XXXV . IRISH AUTHORS . GERALD GRIFFIN . 457 XXXVI ...
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admirable ballads beauty Ben Jonson bird Bonny Dundee Bradshaigh bright brother called charming dear death delight doth EACUS English EURIPIDES eyes fair father fear feeling flowers Gelert gentlemen Gerald Griffin give Goodere grace hand happy hath hear heard heart Hepzibah honor horse Joanna Baillie John Banim John Clare kind King Klopstock knew Kyng lady laughed letters light live look Lord Mahony maid mignonette Molière morning murder never night noble o'er once Pan is dead passed person pleasure poems poet poetry poor praise round SACK OF BALTIMORE scene seemed sing smile Soggarth aroon song spirit story sweet tears tell thee There's thing thou thought took trees Twas Ufton Court verse walk wild Winthrop Mackworth Praed wirra-sthru wonder words write wyfe XANTHIAS young youth
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Страница 548 - 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.
Страница 547 - 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.
Страница 320 - 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.
Страница 431 - Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other? Alas! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun! Oh! it was pitiful! Near a whole city full, Home she had none.
Страница 428 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Страница 396 - 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 ! God!
Страница 320 - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Страница 319 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Страница 397 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows , simple wiles , Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Страница 317 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.