Cues from All Quarters, Or, The Literary Musings of a Clerical RecluseHodder and Stoughton, 1871 - 340 من الصفحات |
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... an over - worked veteran to the miniature of a little child . And I was once like this ! that glowing cheek Was mine , those pleasure - sparkling eyes ; that brow Smooth as the level lake , when not a breeze I ONCE A CHILD.
... an over - worked veteran to the miniature of a little child . And I was once like this ! that glowing cheek Was mine , those pleasure - sparkling eyes ; that brow Smooth as the level lake , when not a breeze I ONCE A CHILD.
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... eyes , and a sad look as of paralysis about the mouth . Then look at the miniature that had been taken of him at Bath , some fifty - and - five years before , when little Walter counted his five summers of earthly life — a child with ...
... eyes , and a sad look as of paralysis about the mouth . Then look at the miniature that had been taken of him at Bath , some fifty - and - five years before , when little Walter counted his five summers of earthly life — a child with ...
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... eyes on them in the interval . What a difference between the little smooth - faced boy at his mother's knee , encouraged to lift up his voice to the pianoforte , and the battered grey - headed senior , looking again , for the first time ...
... eyes on them in the interval . What a difference between the little smooth - faced boy at his mother's knee , encouraged to lift up his voice to the pianoforte , and the battered grey - headed senior , looking again , for the first time ...
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... eye observes the growth or the decay , To - day we look as we did yesterday ; And we shall look to - morrow as to - day . Yet while the loveliest smiles , her locks turn grey ! And in her glass could she but see the face She'll see so ...
... eye observes the growth or the decay , To - day we look as we did yesterday ; And we shall look to - morrow as to - day . Yet while the loveliest smiles , her locks turn grey ! And in her glass could she but see the face She'll see so ...
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... eye , courageous look , And conscious step of purity and pride . 66 ( We need scarcely remind the reader how , for the only time in his life , William Wordsworth was overcome " on this occasion , -Milton the cause and plea of his ...
... eye , courageous look , And conscious step of purity and pride . 66 ( We need scarcely remind the reader how , for the only time in his life , William Wordsworth was overcome " on this occasion , -Milton the cause and plea of his ...
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animals Anthony Trollope asks beauty better biped Boswell brother brutes called Carlyle character Charles Bonnet Charles Lamb childhood contradiction creatures crowd death Derwent Coleridge Descartes dream earth Ejuxria essay existence eyes face fancy father feel give gout gouty subject grief habit handy-dandy happy Hartley Coleridge hath heart heaven Horace Walpole human humour imagination immortal Jules Janin justice kind King Leigh Hunt less lines listener live London look Lord Lord Lytton Madame mind mother Nathaniel Hawthorne nature never a child night observes once a child pain Pandarus perhaps person Peter Bell philosophy poet poor qu'il remarks round says scarcely seems sense Sir Walter Scott sleep smile solitude sorrow sort soul spirit sufferings sure sweet Sydney Smith talk tells thee thief things thou thought tion told waking wonder Wordsworth's writes young youth
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الصفحة 218 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
الصفحة 229 - Tis easy to resign a toilsome place, But not to manage leisure with a grace : Absence of occupation is not rest, A mind- quite vacant is a mind distressed.
الصفحة 132 - Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear ; Robes, and furr'd gowns, hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks : Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it.
الصفحة 93 - But little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures, and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
الصفحة 39 - Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows: The young birds are chirping in the nest; The young fawns are playing with the shadows; The young flowers are blowing toward the west — But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly ! 10 They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the...
الصفحة 134 - That skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom ; Knock there ; and ask your heart what it doth know That's like my brother's fault ; if it confess A natural guiltiness such as is his, Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life.
الصفحة 255 - On the hardest adamant some foot-print of us ' is stamped in ; the last Rear of the host will read ' traces of the earliest Van. But whence? — O Heaven, ' whither ? Sense knows not ; Faith knows not ; only ' that it is through Mystery to Mystery, from God and ' to God. " We are such stuff ' As Dreams are made of, and our little Life ' la rounded with a sleep !
الصفحة 181 - For not to think of what I needs must feel But to be still and patient, all I can; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature all the natural man — This was my sole resource, my only plan; Till that which suits a part infects the whole, And now is almost grown the habit of my soul.
الصفحة 299 - Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God ; But only he who sees takes off his shoes...
الصفحة 255 - Essence is to be revealed in the Flesh. That warrior on his strong war-horse, fire flashes through his eyes; force dwells in his arm and heart: but warrior and war-horse are a vision; a revealed Force, nothing more. Stately they tread the Earth, as if it were a firm substance: fool! the Earth is but a film; it cracks in twain, and warrior and war-horse sink beyond plummet's sounding. Plummet's? Fantasy herself will not follow them. A little while ago, they were not; a little while, and they are not,...