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... poems of Thomas Davis , of Mrs. James Gray , of Mr. Darley , of Mr. Noel , and of Dr. Holmes , will be new to the English public . Some again , as the delightful pleasantries of Praed , and Frere , and Catherine Fanshawe are difficult ...
... poems of Thomas Davis , of Mrs. James Gray , of Mr. Darley , of Mr. Noel , and of Dr. Holmes , will be new to the English public . Some again , as the delightful pleasantries of Praed , and Frere , and Catherine Fanshawe are difficult ...
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... POEMS . SIR WALTER SCOTT . 424 W. C. BENNETT XXXIV . AUTHORS ASSOCIATED WITH PLACES . 442 XXXV . IRISH AUTHORS . GERALD GRIFFIN . 457 XXXVI . MOCK - HEROIC POETRY . JOHN HOOKHAM FRERE . 474 XXXVII . AUTHORS ASSOCIATED WITH PLACES . LORD ...
... POEMS . SIR WALTER SCOTT . 424 W. C. BENNETT XXXIV . AUTHORS ASSOCIATED WITH PLACES . 442 XXXV . IRISH AUTHORS . GERALD GRIFFIN . 457 XXXVI . MOCK - HEROIC POETRY . JOHN HOOKHAM FRERE . 474 XXXVII . AUTHORS ASSOCIATED WITH PLACES . LORD ...
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... poems in a book that for great and varied interest can hardly be surpassed . The " Lie , " is said to have been written by Sir Walter Raleigh the night before his execution . That it was written at that exact time is pretty well ...
... poems in a book that for great and varied interest can hardly be surpassed . The " Lie , " is said to have been written by Sir Walter Raleigh the night before his execution . That it was written at that exact time is pretty well ...
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... poems , a diamond among pebbles ; he never could have written it . It has been claimed for Stevens , who did the ... poem , at least , may vie with those of Gerald Griffin in the high and rare merit of conveying the noblest sentiments in ...
... poems , a diamond among pebbles ; he never could have written it . It has been claimed for Stevens , who did the ... poem , at least , may vie with those of Gerald Griffin in the high and rare merit of conveying the noblest sentiments in ...
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... poems dwells upon it as a well - known fact , that up to this time the author of " The Sack of Baltimore " had never written a line of verse in his life , and was , indeed , far less san- guine than his coadjutors in the success of the ...
... poems dwells upon it as a well - known fact , that up to this time the author of " The Sack of Baltimore " had never written a line of verse in his life , and was , indeed , far less san- guine than his coadjutors in the success of the ...
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Page 544 - 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.
Page 543 - 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.
Page 201 - Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie. My music shows ye have your closes. And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives.
Page 318 - 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.
Page 314 - Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.
Page 318 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Page 242 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 180 - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; 'Good speed!' cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew ;
Page 392 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge!
Page 429 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, •** Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin'd tower.