A Shelf of Old BooksC. Scribner's Sons, 1894 - 215 sider Reminiscences of authors suggested by books in James T. Fields' library. |
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Allan Ramsay Anne Rutherford autograph Barry Cornwall beautiful Boswell Burns Byron Cæsar Charles Cowden Clarke Charles Lamb Christopher North cottage Cowden Clarke dear death delightful Diogenes Laertius Edinburgh edition Elleray English engravings eyes Fac-simile father Fields Fields's fly-leaf folio Friend's Library friendly Garrick genius give hand heard heart Henry Lawes inscription interesting John Brown John Wilson Johnson Joseph Severn Julius Cæsar Keats Keats's knew lady Leigh Hunt letters lines literary living London look Lord Lord Byron lover Milton never night notes old books once picture pleasure poems poet poetry portrait printed Procter prose published Quincey quoted reader recall remember Samuel Brown Scottish seemed Severn shelf of old Shelley shelves Sir Walter Scott song speak stand story Thackeray thee Theocritus things Thomas Gray thou tion title-page told treasures verse volume wonder words writes written wrote young
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Side 141 - For books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are ; nay, they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them.
Side 64 - While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Side 151 - In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible Knights of old : We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold Which Milton held.
Side 169 - Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound. All at her work the village maiden sings; Nor, while she turns the giddy wheel around, Revolves the sad vicissitude of things.
Side 36 - THOU wert the morning star among the living, Ere thy fair light had fled ; Now, having died, thou art as Hesperus, giving New splendour to the dead.
Side 123 - Cold on Canadian hills, or Minden's plain, Perhaps that parent wept her soldier slain — Bent o'er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew, The big drops, mingling with the milk he drew, Gave the sad presage of his future years, The child of misery baptized in tears.
Side 48 - JENNY kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me.
Side 197 - For as a Watch by art is wound To motion, such was mine: But never had Orinda found...
Side 87 - ... hard as a stone, a centre of horrid pain, making that pale face, with its gray, lucid, reasonable eyes, and its sweet, resolved mouth, express the full measure of suffering overcome. Why was that gentle, modest, sweet woman, clean and lovable, condemned by God to bear such a burden? I got her away to bed. "May Rab and me bide?" said James. "You may; and Rab, if 'he will behave himself.
Side 192 - O fret not after knowledge. I have none, And yet my song comes native with the warmth. 0 fret not after knowledge ! I have none, And yet the evening listens.