Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places and PeopleHarper & Brothers, Publishers, No. 82 Cliff Street, 1852 - 558 sider |
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... hath a daughter , brother , Men call her bright and sheene ; If I were kyng here in your stead , That ladye sholde be queen . " Sayes , " Reade me , reade me , deare brother , Throughout merrie England ; Where we might find a messenger ...
... hath a daughter , brother , Men call her bright and sheene ; If I were kyng here in your stead , That ladye sholde be queen . " Sayes , " Reade me , reade me , deare brother , Throughout merrie England ; Where we might find a messenger ...
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... hath beaten well my ladd , Then he shall beate of mee . " Downe then came the kemperye man , And looked him in the eare , For all the golde that was under heaven , He durst not neigh him neare . " And how nowe , kempe , " sayd the Kyng ...
... hath beaten well my ladd , Then he shall beate of mee . " Downe then came the kemperye man , And looked him in the eare , For all the golde that was under heaven , He durst not neigh him neare . " And how nowe , kempe , " sayd the Kyng ...
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... hath drawn his brande , And hath Sir Bremor slayne . Up then rose the kemperye men , And loud they gan to crye : " Ah , traytors ! yee have slayne our kyng , And therefore ye shall dye . " Kyng Estmere threwe the harpe asyde , And swith ...
... hath drawn his brande , And hath Sir Bremor slayne . Up then rose the kemperye men , And loud they gan to crye : " Ah , traytors ! yee have slayne our kyng , And therefore ye shall dye . " Kyng Estmere threwe the harpe asyde , And swith ...
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... hath left be- hind him the pleasantest of all pleasant ballads , which could hardly have been produced by any one except a thorough man of the world . It is entitled " The Chronicle , " and contains a catalogue of all the fair ladies ...
... hath left be- hind him the pleasantest of all pleasant ballads , which could hardly have been produced by any one except a thorough man of the world . It is entitled " The Chronicle , " and contains a catalogue of all the fair ladies ...
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... Hath oftentimes commanded me With my clasped knee to climb : See , how well the lusty time Hath decked their rising cheeks in red , Such as on your lips is spread . Here be berries for a queen , Some be red , some be green ; These are ...
... Hath oftentimes commanded me With my clasped knee to climb : See , how well the lusty time Hath decked their rising cheeks in red , Such as on your lips is spread . Here be berries for a queen , Some be red , some be green ; These are ...
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admirable ballads beauty Ben Jonson bird Bonny Dundee Bradshaigh bright brother called charming Colley Cibber dance dear death delight doth EACUS English EURIPIDES eyes fair father fear feeling flowers Gelert George Crowninshield Gerald Griffin give Goodere grace gray horse hand happy hath hear heard heart honor hope horse hour Hyd y Joanna Baillie John John Clare King knew Kyng lady laughed letter light live look Lord maid mignonette Molière morning murder never night o'er once Pan is dead passed person pleasure poems poet poetry poor praise rose round scene seemed sing smile Soame Jenyns song story sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought took trees twas verse walk Winthrop Mackworth Praed wonder words write XANTHIAS young youth
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Side 548 - Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit: and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not. Histories make men wise; poets witty; the mathematics subtile; natural philosophy deep; moral grave; logic and rhetoric able to contend.
Side 318 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine! I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Side 317 - Like a Poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not: Like a highborn maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower: Like a glowworm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view!
Side 547 - 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.
Side 244 - ... 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.
Side 317 - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Side 320 - 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...
Side 140 - The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind : but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it; till I am solitary, and cannot impart it; till I am known, and do not want it. I hope it is no very cynical asperity not to confess obligations where no benefit has been received ; or to be unwilling that the public should consider me as owing that to a patron which Providence has enabled me to do for myself.
Side 182 - 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 ;
Side 432 - The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver ; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river ; Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be...