Mornings in Spring: Or, Retrospections, Biographical, Critical, and Historical, Volume 1J. Murray, 1828 |
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... honour . It would appear from the letter just quoted , that Pliny , like his uncle , coveted nothing so much as the opportunity of literary retirement ; and that , despising the allurements of vulgar popularity and common - place ...
... honour . It would appear from the letter just quoted , that Pliny , like his uncle , coveted nothing so much as the opportunity of literary retirement ; and that , despising the allurements of vulgar popularity and common - place ...
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... honour- able repose ! more , perhaps , to be desired than em- ployments of any kind ! Thou solemn sea and solitary shore , best and most retired scene for contemplation , with how many noble thoughts have you inspired * The winter ...
... honour- able repose ! more , perhaps , to be desired than em- ployments of any kind ! Thou solemn sea and solitary shore , best and most retired scene for contemplation , with how many noble thoughts have you inspired * The winter ...
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... honour to his character , which informs us , that when this prince had at- tentively surveyed his immense army , he could not forbear weeping , from the reflection that so many thousand lives would so soon be extinct . The * Lib . iii ...
... honour to his character , which informs us , that when this prince had at- tentively surveyed his immense army , he could not forbear weeping , from the reflection that so many thousand lives would so soon be extinct . The * Lib . iii ...
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... honour of Lucullus , that , while he governed Asia as Proconsul , many great estates were left to him by will . And Nepos tells us , in praise of Atticus , that he succeeded to many inheritances of the same kind , bequeathed to him on ...
... honour of Lucullus , that , while he governed Asia as Proconsul , many great estates were left to him by will . And Nepos tells us , in praise of Atticus , that he succeeded to many inheritances of the same kind , bequeathed to him on ...
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... . The barony , or honour and fee of Skipton in Craven , had been , before the Norman conquest , the property of earl Edwin , son of Leofwine , and brother of Leofric , earls of Mercia . On the establishment 54 MORNINGS IN SPRING .
... . The barony , or honour and fee of Skipton in Craven , had been , before the Norman conquest , the property of earl Edwin , son of Leofwine , and brother of Leofric , earls of Mercia . On the establishment 54 MORNINGS IN SPRING .
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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 253 - 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 272 - Of winters past, or coming, void of care, Well pleased with delights which present are, Fair seasons, budding sprays, sweetsmelling...
Page 257 - 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 219 - 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 209 - 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 241 - King James did rushing come. Scarce could they hear, or see their foes, Until at weapon-point they close. They close in clouds of smoke and dust, With sword-sway and with lance's thrust; And such a yell was there Of sudden and portentous birth, As if men fought upon the earth And fiends in upper air; O life and death were in the shout, Recoil and rally, charge and rout, And triumph and despair.
Page 120 - Think upon every word that you will speak before you utter it, and remember how nature hath Tampered up, as it were, the tongue with teeth, lips, yea and hair without the lips, and all betokening reins or bridles, for the loose use of that member. Above all things tell no untruth, no not in trifles. The custom of it is naughty...
Page 169 - 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? 94. Sleep /^OME, 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, Th...
Page 168 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What! may it be that even in heavenly place That busy archer his sharp arrows tries? Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case; I read it in thy looks. Thy languished grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries.