The Essays of EliaE. Moxon, 1869 - 436 pages |
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... hour of tea and visiting . The simultaneous sound of his well - known rap at the door with the stroke of the clock announcing six , was a topic of never - failing mirth in the families which this dear old bachelor gladdened with his ...
... hour of tea and visiting . The simultaneous sound of his well - known rap at the door with the stroke of the clock announcing six , was a topic of never - failing mirth in the families which this dear old bachelor gladdened with his ...
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... hours . He sang , certainly , with other notes than to the Orphean lyre . He did , in- deed , scream and scrape most abominably . His fine suite of official rooms in Threadneedle - street , which , without anything very substantial ...
... hours . He sang , certainly , with other notes than to the Orphean lyre . He did , in- deed , scream and scrape most abominably . His fine suite of official rooms in Threadneedle - street , which , without anything very substantial ...
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... hours of my time in the contemplation of indigos , cottons , raw silks , piece - goods , flowered or otherwise . the first place * * * In and then it sends you home with such increased appe- tite to your books ་ not to say , that your ...
... hours of my time in the contemplation of indigos , cottons , raw silks , piece - goods , flowered or otherwise . the first place * * * In and then it sends you home with such increased appe- tite to your books ་ not to say , that your ...
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... hours after , his walking destinies returned him into the same neighbourhood again , and again the quiet image of the fire - side circle at M.'s - Mrs . M. presiding at it like a Queen Lar , with pretty A. S. at her side - striking ...
... hours after , his walking destinies returned him into the same neighbourhood again , and again the quiet image of the fire - side circle at M.'s - Mrs . M. presiding at it like a Queen Lar , with pretty A. S. at her side - striking ...
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... hour of my life , I trace impressions left by the recollection of those friendless holidays . The long warm days of summer never return but they bring with them a gloom from the haunting memory of those whole - day leaves , when , by ...
... hour of my life , I trace impressions left by the recollection of those friendless holidays . The long warm days of summer never return but they bring with them a gloom from the haunting memory of those whole - day leaves , when , by ...
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Page 136 - Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
Page 161 - Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurled, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Page 136 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Page 33 - How have I seen the casual passer through the cloisters stand still, entranced with admiration (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the young Mirandula), to hear thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of Jamblichus or Plotinus (for even in those years thou waxedst not pale at such philosophic draughts), or reciting Homer in his Greek, or Pindar — while the walls of the old Grey Friars re-echoed to the accents of the inspired charity-boy...
Page 78 - What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.
Page 100 - Ye have the account Of my performance : what remains, ye gods ! But up, and enter now into full bliss ?" So having said, a while he stood, expecting Their universal shout, and high applause, To fill his ear ; when, contrary, he hears On all sides, from innumerable tongues, A dismal universal hiss, the sound Of public scorn...
Page 191 - Thus this custom of firing houses continued, till in process of time, says my manuscript, a sage arose, like our Locke, who made a discovery that the flesh of swine, or indeed of any other animal, might be cooked (burnt, as they called it) without the necessity of consuming a whole house to dress it. Then first began the rude form of a gridiron. Roasting by the string or spit came in a century or two later, I forget in whose dynasty. By such slow degrees, concludes the manuscript, do the most useful,...
Page 135 - Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure and no pace perceived...
Page 335 - 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: And if these things, as being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me, Livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see.
Page 34 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning ; solid, but slow in his performances. Shakespeare with the English man-ofwar, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.