Leigh Hunt as Poet and Essayist: Being the Choicest Passages from His Works Selected and EdF. Warne and Company, 1889 - Počet stran: 528 |
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Strana xvii
... eyes he inherited from his mother , as he did also , as was shown from his earliest boyhood , " her two accomplishments " - a love of nature and a love of books . The classics , curiously enough , he recoiled from - all except a single ...
... eyes he inherited from his mother , as he did also , as was shown from his earliest boyhood , " her two accomplishments " - a love of nature and a love of books . The classics , curiously enough , he recoiled from - all except a single ...
Strana xlvii
... eyes sparkled with intellect and good - humour , while his carriage and manner in his intercourse with his fellow - creatures were extraordinarily animated . As an artist in words , even when he held the pen as a mere translator , his ...
... eyes sparkled with intellect and good - humour , while his carriage and manner in his intercourse with his fellow - creatures were extraordinarily animated . As an artist in words , even when he held the pen as a mere translator , his ...
Strana 7
... eyes . His haughty steed , who seems by turns to be Vexed and made proud by that cool mastery , Shakes at his bit , and rolls his eyes with care , Reaching with stately step at the fine air ; And now and then , sideling his restless ...
... eyes . His haughty steed , who seems by turns to be Vexed and made proud by that cool mastery , Shakes at his bit , and rolls his eyes with care , Reaching with stately step at the fine air ; And now and then , sideling his restless ...
Strana 8
... eyes at work to pay his anger's debt- This idiot , prying from a neighbouring tower , Had watched the lover to the lady's bower , And flew to make a madinan of her lord , Just then encamped with loss , a shame his soul abhorred . Pale ...
... eyes at work to pay his anger's debt- This idiot , prying from a neighbouring tower , Had watched the lover to the lady's bower , And flew to make a madinan of her lord , Just then encamped with loss , a shame his soul abhorred . Pale ...
Strana 9
... eyes upon the stretch , Then deadly white , the husband heard the wretch , Who in soft terms , almost with lurking smile , Ran on , expressing his " regret " the while . The husband , prince , cripple , and brother heard ; Then seemed ...
... eyes upon the stretch , Then deadly white , the husband heard the wretch , Who in soft terms , almost with lurking smile , Ran on , expressing his " regret " the while . The husband , prince , cripple , and brother heard ; Then seemed ...
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Strana 88 - Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Strana 149 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. — Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Strana 70 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Strana 112 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war; Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, 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.
Strana 104 - Tender-handed stroke a nettle, And it stings you for your pains ; Grasp it like a man of mettle, And it soft as silk remains.
Strana 190 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth and youth and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Strana 52 - JENNY kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me.
Strana 142 - And as a purling stream, thou son of Night, Pass by his troubled senses: sing his pain Like hollow murmuring wind, or silver rain. Into this prince, gently, oh gently slide; And kiss him into slumbers, like a bride.
Strana 112 - Many were the wit-combats betwixt him and Ben Jonson, which two 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...
Strana 378 - ... inward of thy hand, Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap, At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand! To be so tickled, they would change their state And situation with those dancing chips O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait, Making dead wood more blest than living lips. Since saucy jacks so happy are in this, Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.