Mornings in Spring: Or, Retrospections, Biographical, Critical, and Historical, Volume 1J. Murray, 1828 |
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... translation of Mr. Melmoth . It is one of great elegance and beauty , and exhibits at the same time no small portion of epistolary ease and freedom ; but it frequently deviates from the character of the original in being too diffuse , a ...
... translation of Mr. Melmoth . It is one of great elegance and beauty , and exhibits at the same time no small portion of epistolary ease and freedom ; but it frequently deviates from the character of the original in being too diffuse , a ...
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... translation . + " It was the peculiar custom of Rome for the clients and dependents of families to bequeath at their death to their patrons some considerable part of their estates , as the most either of us ) we are always equally ...
... translation . + " It was the peculiar custom of Rome for the clients and dependents of families to bequeath at their death to their patrons some considerable part of their estates , as the most either of us ) we are always equally ...
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... translation * . Yet I have little doubt that the story is true in the main , but that it refers to one of the sons of Cecilia de Romille , the first foundress , both of whom are known to have died young . " History of Craven , p . 368 ...
... translation * . Yet I have little doubt that the story is true in the main , but that it refers to one of the sons of Cecilia de Romille , the first foundress , both of whom are known to have died young . " History of Craven , p . 368 ...
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... translator of the Lusiad of Camoens , and opens in the following pic- turesque manner : The dews of summer nighte did falle , The moone ( sweete regente of the skye ) Silver'd the walles of Cumner - Halle , And manye an oake that grewe ...
... translator of the Lusiad of Camoens , and opens in the following pic- turesque manner : The dews of summer nighte did falle , The moone ( sweete regente of the skye ) Silver'd the walles of Cumner - Halle , And manye an oake that grewe ...
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... translated from the French , and under- taken after sir Philip's death , how admirably she was qualified for the ... translation of that nobleman's excellent Treatise on the True Use of the Christian Religion , an employment strongly ...
... translated from the French , and under- taken after sir Philip's death , how admirably she was qualified for the ... translation of that nobleman's excellent Treatise on the True Use of the Christian Religion , an employment strongly ...
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Page 89 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, • His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Page 217 - Armour rusting in his halls On the blood of Clifford calls ; — " Quell the Scot," exclaims the Lance — Bear me to the heart of France, Is the longing of the Shield...
Page 251 - And glimmered all the dead men's mail. Blazed battlement and pinnet high, Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair — So still they blaze, when fate is nigh The lordly line of high St Clair.
Page 167 - Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit? Are beauties there as proud as here they be? Do they above love to be loved, and yet Those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess? Do they call virtue there ungratefulness?
Page 255 - Thrice happy he, who by some shady grove, Far from the clamorous world, doth live his own ; Though solitary, who is not alone, But doth converse with that eternal Love. O how more sweet is bird's harmonious moan, Or the hoarse sobbings of the widow'd dove, Than those smooth whisperings near a prince's throne, Which good make doubtful, do the evil approve...
Page 270 - SWEET bird, that sing'st away the early hours Of winters past, or coming, void of care, Well pleased with delights which present are; Fair seasons, budding sprays, sweet-smelling flowers, To rocks, to springs, to rills, from leafy bowers, Thou thy Creator's goodness dost declare, And what dear gifts on thee he did not spare. A stain to human sense in sin that lowers. What soul can be so sick, which by thy songs...
Page 217 - Love had he found in huts where poor men lie ; His daily teachers had been woods and rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
Page 238 - And sudden, as he spoke, From the sharp ridges of the hill, All downward to the banks of Till, Was wreathed in sable smoke. Volumed and fast, and rolling far, The cloud enveloped Scotland's war, As down the hill they broke ; Nor martial shout, nor minstrel tone, Announced their march; their tread alone, At times one warning trumpet blown, At times a stifled hum, Told England, from his mountain-throne King James did rushing come.
Page 207 - The fairest productions of human wit, after a few perusals, like gathered flowers, wither in our hands, and lose their fragrancy ; but these unfading plants of paradise become, as we are accustomed to them, still more and more beautiful; their bloom appears to be daily heightened ; fresh odours are emitted, and new sweets extracted from them. He who hath once tasted their excellencies, will desire to taste them yet again ; and he who tastes them oftenest, will relish them best.
Page 154 - Your dear self can best witness the manner, being done in loose sheets of paper, most of it in your presence, the rest by sheets l sent unto you, as fast as they were done.