Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Volum 2W.H. Allen & Company, 1840 |
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Pàgina 7
... scene , or circumstance . Wordsworth , who is the most legitimate and by far the finest sonnet - writer in the English language , since Milton , has produced several perfect specimens of the force and unity of this species of ...
... scene , or circumstance . Wordsworth , who is the most legitimate and by far the finest sonnet - writer in the English language , since Milton , has produced several perfect specimens of the force and unity of this species of ...
Pàgina 45
... scene of all , the rosy dreams and slumbers light , ' induced by wholesome exercise and placid thoughts . But perhaps these few simple allusions are sufficient to awaken a train of kindred associations in the reader's mind , and he will ...
... scene of all , the rosy dreams and slumbers light , ' induced by wholesome exercise and placid thoughts . But perhaps these few simple allusions are sufficient to awaken a train of kindred associations in the reader's mind , and he will ...
Pàgina 47
... scenes we 66 I was ever more disposed , " says Hume , to see the favorable than the unfavorable side of things ; a turn of mind which it is more happy to possess , than to be born to an estate of ten thousand a year . " should regard ...
... scenes we 66 I was ever more disposed , " says Hume , to see the favorable than the unfavorable side of things ; a turn of mind which it is more happy to possess , than to be born to an estate of ten thousand a year . " should regard ...
Pàgina 51
... scene was so forlorn and dismal indoors that I preferred catching a consumptive cold without , to dying of the horrors within . The people in the street presented a truly melancholy spectacle . Most of them were so wrapped up that they ...
... scene was so forlorn and dismal indoors that I preferred catching a consumptive cold without , to dying of the horrors within . The people in the street presented a truly melancholy spectacle . Most of them were so wrapped up that they ...
Pàgina 52
... silent joy . The cot - the hill Beyond the broad blue wave - and faces fair , Are pictured in my dreams ; yet scenes that fill My waking eye can save me from despair . 111 . Man's heart may change , but Nature's glory [ 52 ]
... silent joy . The cot - the hill Beyond the broad blue wave - and faces fair , Are pictured in my dreams ; yet scenes that fill My waking eye can save me from despair . 111 . Man's heart may change , but Nature's glory [ 52 ]
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Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Volum 2 David Lester Richardson Visualització completa - 1840 |
Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Volum 2 David Lester Richardson Visualització completa - 1840 |
Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Volum 2 David Lester Richardson Visualització completa - 1840 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 159 - Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Pàgina 10 - ... this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
Pàgina 14 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Pàgina 11 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
Pàgina 179 - Where virtue is, these are more virtuous : Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt ; For she had eyes, and chose me. No, lago ; I'll see before I doubt ; when I doubt, prove ; And on the proof, there is no more but this, — Away at once with love or jealousy ! lago.
Pàgina 25 - Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace. Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all triumphant splendour on my brow, But out, alack, he was but one hour mine; The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now. Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth; Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.
Pàgina 214 - As Sir Roger is landlord to the whole congregation, he keeps them in very good order, and will suffer nobody to sleep in it besides himself; for if, by chance, he has been surprised into a short nap at sermon, upon recovering out of it he stands up and looks about him, and, if he sees anybody else nodding, either wakes them himself, or sends his servants to them.
Pàgina 7 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Pàgina 237 - And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart. Stay, stay with us ! — rest ; thou art weary and worn...
Pàgina 9 - When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held...