A Shelf of Old Books, by Mrs. James T. Fields1894 - 215 sider |
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... waiting for arrangement . " Pray take no ceremy with me of any kind , but treat me as in long respect an old friend ; treating in at fro of coming Part of a Note of Invitation from Leigh Hunt . was then living . He was an old man with.
... waiting for arrangement . " Pray take no ceremy with me of any kind , but treat me as in long respect an old friend ; treating in at fro of coming Part of a Note of Invitation from Leigh Hunt . was then living . He was an old man with.
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... living in a small house -one in a block of wooden buildings , if my memory serves me - which presented few ex- ternal attractions either to a worldly or æsthetic observer ; but Leigh Hunt was there , with his elegance and charm , like a ...
... living in a small house -one in a block of wooden buildings , if my memory serves me - which presented few ex- ternal attractions either to a worldly or æsthetic observer ; but Leigh Hunt was there , with his elegance and charm , like a ...
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... living grace of his manner were undimmed . He wore no aspect of the coming change , and the wan appearance of the portrait affixed to his , Autobiography was so foreign to our memory of him that Mr. Fields has inscribed above it , " I ...
... living grace of his manner were undimmed . He wore no aspect of the coming change , and the wan appearance of the portrait affixed to his , Autobiography was so foreign to our memory of him that Mr. Fields has inscribed above it , " I ...
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... Living , you shone as Lucifer in the morning sky ; Dead , you now shine as Hesperus among the shades . " But why translate them into prose , when Shelley himself has left them crystallized in the heart of an English verse ! " Thou wert ...
... Living , you shone as Lucifer in the morning sky ; Dead , you now shine as Hesperus among the shades . " But why translate them into prose , when Shelley himself has left them crystallized in the heart of an English verse ! " Thou wert ...
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... living voice and presence , could alone tell what was best in him ; there was a swiftness and a brightness about his mind and its ex- pression such as we never before witnessed ; its penetrative , transmitting power seemed like . that ...
... living voice and presence , could alone tell what was best in him ; there was a swiftness and a brightness about his mind and its ex- pression such as we never before witnessed ; its penetrative , transmitting power seemed like . that ...
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Allan Ramsay Anne Rutherford autograph Barry Cornwall beautiful Boswell Burns Byron Cæsar Charles Cowden Clarke Charles Lamb cottage Cowden Clarke dear death delightful Diogenes Laertius Edinburgh edition English engravings eyes Fac-simile father Fields Fields's fly-leaf folio Friend's Library friendly Garrick genius give hand heard heart inscription interesting John Brown John Hamilton Reynolds 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 Percy Bysshe Shelley 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 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 153 - 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 196 - O fret not after knowledge - 1 have none, And yet my song comes native with the warmth. O fret not after knowledge - I have none, And yet the Evening listens.
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 171 - 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 201 - For as a Watch by art is wound To motion, such was mine: But never had Orinda found...
Side 135 - I am sometimes tempted to leave it alone, and see whether it will not write as well without the assistance of my head as with it. A hopeful prospect for the reader.
Side 30 - His conduct is a golden augury of the success of his future career — may the unextinguished Spirit of his illustrious friend animate the creations of his pencil, and plead against Oblivion for his name...