Men, Women, and Books: A Selection of Sketches, Essays, and Critical Memoirs, from His Uncollected Prose Writings, Volum 1

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Smith, Elder and Company, 1847
 

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Pàgina 185 - Lo! the poor Indian, whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Pàgina 247 - And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Pàgina 299 - I said to my heart, between sleeping and waking, ' Thou wild thing that always art leaping or aching, What black, brown, or fair, in what clime, in what nation, By turns has not taught thee a pit-a-pat-ation...
Pàgina 296 - And like the three-fork'd lightning first Breaking the clouds where it was nurst, Did thorough his own side His fiery way divide: For 'tis all one to courage high, The emulous, or enemy; And with such, to enclose Is more than to oppose ; Then burning through the air he went And palaces and temples rent; And Caesar's head at last Did through his laurels blast.
Pàgina 126 - And ever-drizling raine upon the loft, Mixt with a murmuring winde, much like the sowne Of swarming bees, did cast him in a swowne : No other noyse, nor peoples troublous cryes, As still are wont t' annoy the walled towne, Might there be heard: but carelesse Quiet lyes, Wrapt in eternall silence farre from enimyes.
Pàgina 22 - THE PASTOR OF DRONFELLS. IV. THE LABOURER AND HIS WIFE. V. THE COUNTRY TOWN. VI. LIVE AND LET LIVE ; OR, THE MANCHESTER WEAVERS. VII. THE SOLDIER. VIII. THE LEASIDE FARM.
Pàgina 229 - Such forces met not, nor so wide a camp, When Agrican, with all his northern powers, Besieged Albracca, as romances tell, The city...
Pàgina 126 - And more to lulle him in his slumber soft, A trickling streame from high rock tumbling downe, And ever-drizling raine upon the loft, Mixt with a murmuring winde, much like the sowne Of swarming Bees, did cast him in a swowne. No other noyse, nor peoples troublous cryes, As still are wont t...
Pàgina 268 - Her daintie paps ; which, like young fruit in May, Now little gan to swell, and being tide Through her thin weed their places only signifide.
Pàgina 259 - Her lips were red. and one was thin, Compared with that was next her chin, Some bee had stung it newly.

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