English Lands, Letters and Kings ...C. Scribner's Sons, 1897 |
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Pàgina 4
... poor Hartley Coleridge lived , and earlier , that strange creature De Quincey ( of whom we shall have presently more to say ) ; it skirts the very margin of Grasmere Lake ; this latter being at your left , while upon the right you can ...
... poor Hartley Coleridge lived , and earlier , that strange creature De Quincey ( of whom we shall have presently more to say ) ; it skirts the very margin of Grasmere Lake ; this latter being at your left , while upon the right you can ...
Pàgina 31
... poor crazy Lloyd ( who lived nearby ) — studying all anomalous char- acters with curious intensity , and finding anom- alies where others found none . Meantime and through all , his sensibilities are kept wrought - to fever heat by the ...
... poor crazy Lloyd ( who lived nearby ) — studying all anomalous char- acters with curious intensity , and finding anom- alies where others found none . Meantime and through all , his sensibilities are kept wrought - to fever heat by the ...
Pàgina 84
... And this young curate , poor as he is and with a young wife , has * Henry Mackenzie , b . 1745 ; d . 1831. Man of Feeling , 1771 ; The Lounger , 1785 . FRANCIS JEFFREY . 85 an itch for getting into print 84 LANDS , LETTERS , & KINGS .
... And this young curate , poor as he is and with a young wife , has * Henry Mackenzie , b . 1745 ; d . 1831. Man of Feeling , 1771 ; The Lounger , 1785 . FRANCIS JEFFREY . 85 an itch for getting into print 84 LANDS , LETTERS , & KINGS .
Pàgina 96
... poor , and his wife poor ; he had his fortune to make ; and plainly was not making it there , tutor- ing his one pupil . So , in 1804 , he struck out for London , to carve his way to fortune . He knew few there ; but his clever papers ...
... poor , and his wife poor ; he had his fortune to make ; and plainly was not making it there , tutor- ing his one pupil . So , in 1804 , he struck out for London , to carve his way to fortune . He knew few there ; but his clever papers ...
Pàgina 100
... poor of his parishes enjoy it too . He has taken a lusty hand in that passage of the Reform bill ( 1832 ) , and while its success seemed still to be threatened by the sullen opposition of the House of Lords , he made that famous witty ...
... poor of his parishes enjoy it too . He has taken a lusty hand in that passage of the Reform bill ( 1832 ) , and while its success seemed still to be threatened by the sullen opposition of the House of Lords , he made that famous witty ...
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English Lands, Letters and Kings: The later Georges to Victoria Donald Grant Mitchell Visualització completa - 1906 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 63 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods And mountains, and of all that we behold From this green earth...
Pàgina 230 - 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 63 - Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, 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...
Pàgina 196 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his...
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 232 - Yet wherefore? Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep Like his, a mute and uncomplaining sleep; For he is gone, where all things wise and fair Descend; — oh, dream not that the amorous Deep Will yet restore him to the vital air; Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair.
Pàgina 101 - Parting-ton's spirit was up ; but I need not tell you that the contest was unequal. The Atlantic Ocean beat Mrs. Partington. She was excellent at a slop, or a puddle, but she should not have meddled with a tempest. Gentlemen, be at your ease — be quiet and steady. You will beat Mrs. Partington.
Pàgina 268 - Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in mind ; Thrice thirty thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind. " Down with him ! " cried false Sextus, With a smile on his pale face. "Now yield thee," cried Lars Porsena,
Pàgina 173 - O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Pàgina 212 - I do not believe it beguiling, Because it reminds me of thine; And when winds are at war with the ocean, As the breasts I believed in with me, If their billows excite an emotion It is that they bear me from thee.