The later Georges to VictoriaScribner, 1897 |
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Pàgina 8
... father- the bard and metaphysician . I do not think this neglect was due wholly to indifference . Coleridge sidled away from his wife and left her at Keswick in that old home of his own , -where he knew care was good - afraid to ...
... father- the bard and metaphysician . I do not think this neglect was due wholly to indifference . Coleridge sidled away from his wife and left her at Keswick in that old home of his own , -where he knew care was good - afraid to ...
Pàgina 29
... father being a well - to - do mer- chant there - whose affairs took him often to Portugal and Madeira , and whose invalidism kept him there so much that the son scarce knew him ; -remembers only how his father came home one day to his ...
... father being a well - to - do mer- chant there - whose affairs took him often to Portugal and Madeira , and whose invalidism kept him there so much that the son scarce knew him ; -remembers only how his father came home one day to his ...
Pàgina 32
... father wrote : - " Solitude to her Was blithe society , who filled the air With gladness and involuntary songs ... father's heart , says , " She was no favorite with Wordsworth ; " but he " himself was blindly , doatingly , fascinated ...
... father wrote : - " Solitude to her Was blithe society , who filled the air With gladness and involuntary songs ... father's heart , says , " She was no favorite with Wordsworth ; " but he " himself was blindly , doatingly , fascinated ...
Pàgina 37
Donald Grant Mitchell. DE QUINCEY . 37 a place at the tavern table of Father Ambrose gives he is a lonely man ; pacing solitary , some- times in the shadow of the Castle Rock , some- times in the shadow of the old houses of the Canongate ...
Donald Grant Mitchell. DE QUINCEY . 37 a place at the tavern table of Father Ambrose gives he is a lonely man ; pacing solitary , some- times in the shadow of the Castle Rock , some- times in the shadow of the old houses of the Canongate ...
Pàgina 41
... father having been a rich manufacturer there and had come to - spend his abundant enthusiasms and his equally abundant moneys between Wordsworth and the mountains and Windermere . He has his fleet of yachts and barges upon the lake ; he ...
... father having been a rich manufacturer there and had come to - spend his abundant enthusiasms and his equally abundant moneys between Wordsworth and the mountains and Windermere . He has his fleet of yachts and barges upon the lake ; he ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 19 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our Fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not: in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
Pàgina 225 - Made for our searching : yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in...
Pàgina 257 - King is come to marshal us, in all his armor drest, And he has bound a snow-white plume upon his gallant crest. He looked upon his people, and a tear was in his eye ; He looked upon the traitors, and his glance was stern and high. Right graciously he smiled on us, as rolled from wing to wing, Down all our line, a deafening shout, " God save our Lord the King...
Pàgina 63 - Once again I see These hedgerows, hardly hedgerows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild ; these pastoral farms, Green to the very door ; and wreaths of smoke Sent up in silence from among the trees, With some uncertain notice, as might seem, Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods, Or of some hermit's cave, where by his fire The hermit sits alone.
Pàgina 225 - Gainst the hot season ; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms, And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead : All lovely tales that we have heard or read : An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.
Pàgina 146 - Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Pàgina 9 - They say it was a shocking sight after the field was won; for many thousand bodies here lay rotting in the sun; but things like that, you know, must be after a famous victory. Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, and our good Prince Eugene. "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" said little Wilhelmine. "Nay... nay... my little girl," quoth he, "it was a famous victory.
Pàgina 224 - Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth...
Pàgina 158 - WHO has not heard of the Vale of Cashmere, With its roses the brightest that earth ever gave, Its temples, and grottos, and fountains as clear As the love-lighted eyes that hang over their wave...
Pàgina 63 - In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight ; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer thro' the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee!