The Last Essays of Elia: Being a Sequel to Essays Published Under that Name, الجزء 2Edward Moxon, 1833 - 283 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة ix
... sure to arise ) , he could not help it . When he has been remonstrated with for not making more con- cessions to the feelings of good people , he would retort by asking , what one point did these good people ever concede to him ? He was ...
... sure to arise ) , he could not help it . When he has been remonstrated with for not making more con- cessions to the feelings of good people , he would retort by asking , what one point did these good people ever concede to him ? He was ...
الصفحة 38
... sure that it is not the man him- self , whom you cannot , or will not see , under some adventitious trappings , which , nevertheless , sit not at all inconsistently upon him ? What if it is the nature of some men to be highly artificial ...
... sure that it is not the man him- self , whom you cannot , or will not see , under some adventitious trappings , which , nevertheless , sit not at all inconsistently upon him ? What if it is the nature of some men to be highly artificial ...
الصفحة 49
... sure ? what hapless stationer could dream of Burton ever becoming popular ? -The wretched Malone could not do worse , when he bribed the sexton of Stratford church to let him white - wash the painted effigy of old Shakspeare , which ...
... sure ? what hapless stationer could dream of Burton ever becoming popular ? -The wretched Malone could not do worse , when he bribed the sexton of Stratford church to let him white - wash the painted effigy of old Shakspeare , which ...
الصفحة 59
... sure of his company . Not many rich , not many wise , or learned , composed at that time the common stowage of a Margate packet . We were , I am afraid , a set of as unseasoned Londoners ( let our enemies give it a worse name ) as ...
... sure of his company . Not many rich , not many wise , or learned , composed at that time the common stowage of a Margate packet . We were , I am afraid , a set of as unseasoned Londoners ( let our enemies give it a worse name ) as ...
الصفحة 69
... sure that no town - bred , or inland - born subjects , can feel their true and natural nourish- ment at these sea - places . Nature , where she does not mean us for mariners and vagabonds , bids us stay at home . The salt foam seems to ...
... sure that no town - bred , or inland - born subjects , can feel their true and natural nourish- ment at these sea - places . Nature , where she does not mean us for mariners and vagabonds , bids us stay at home . The salt foam seems to ...
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admirable Æneid appeared April Fool artist Barbara beautiful better Charles Kemble child common conceit confess countenance day's pleasuring desk discommendable doth dreams EDWARD MOXON face fancy feel genius gentleman grace guests half hand head heard heart honour hour humour imagination JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES knew lady late less look Lord Margate Maurice of Nassau ment mighty Milton mind morning mortal Muscat grape Muse nature ness never night notion occasion once passion perhaps person play pleasant pleasure poet poor present Prince remember right hand path ROBERT WILLIAM ELLISTON scarce seemed seen sense sick sight Sir Philip Sydney sleep Somerset House sort speak spirit STELLA's sure sweet taste Temple thee thing thou thought tion told true walk watchet week wish wonder young youth
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الصفحة 174 - In the same hour came forth fingers of a man's hand, and wrote over against the candlestick upon the plaster of the wall of the king's palace: and the king saw the part of the hand that wrote.
الصفحة 142 - COME, sleep ; O sleep ! the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, The indifferent judge between the high and low ; With shield of proof, shield me from out the prease Of those fierce darts despair at me doth throw.
الصفحة 151 - To hear him speak, and sweetly smile, You were in Paradise the while. A sweet attractive kind of grace ; A full assurance given by looks ; Continual comfort in a face, The lineaments of Gospel books — I trow that count'nance cannot lye, Whose thoughts are legible in the eye.
الصفحة 144 - Townsfolk my strength ; a daintier judge applies His praise to sleight, which from good use doth rise ; Some lucky wits impute it but to chance ; Others, because of both sides I do take My blood from them, who did excel in this, Think Nature me a man of arms did make. How far they shot awry ! the true cause is, STELLA looked on, and from her heavenly face Sent forth the beams which made so fair my race.
الصفحة 149 - Despair at me doth throw; 0 make in me those civil wars to cease : 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed ; A chamber, deaf to noise, and blind to light; A rosy garland, and a weary head.
الصفحة 97 - For the first day or two I felt stunned, overwhelmed. I could only apprehend my felicity ; I was too confused to taste it sincerely. I wandered about, thinking I was happy, and knowing that I was not. I was in the condition of a prisoner in the old Bastile, suddenly let loose after a forty years
الصفحة 146 - ... what they mean by it ; And this I swear by blackest brook of hell, I am no pick-purse of another's wit. How falls it then, that with so smooth an ease My thoughts I speak, and what I speak doth flow In verse, and that my verse best wits doth please ? Guess me the cause — what is it thus?
الصفحة 148 - By no encroachment wrong'd, nor time forgot ; Nor blamed for blood, nor shamed for sinful deed. And that you know, I envy you no lot Of highest wish, I wish you so much bliss, Hundreds of years you STELLA'S feet may kiss.
الصفحة 276 - It is a mockery, all that is reported of the influential Phoebus. No true poem ever owed its birth to the sun's light. They are abstracted works — " Things that were born, when none but the still night, And his dumb candle, saw his pinching throes.
الصفحة 98 - Bastile, suddenly let loose after a forty years' confinement. I could scarce trust myself with myself. It was like passing out of Time into Eternity, — for it is a sort of Eternity for a man to have his Time all to himself. It seemed to me that I had more time on my hands than I could ever manage. From a poor man, poor in Time, I was suddenly lifted up into a vast revenue ; I could see no end of my possessions ; I wanted some steward, or judicious bailiff, to manage my estates in Time for me. And...