The Last Essays of Elia: Being a Sequel to Essays Published Under that Name, Part 2 |
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... lord of his library , and seldom cared for looking out beyond his domains . The healing influence of studious pursuits was upon him , to soothe and to abstract . He was almost a healthy man ; when the waywardness of his fate broke out ...
... lord of his library , and seldom cared for looking out beyond his domains . The healing influence of studious pursuits was upon him , to soothe and to abstract . He was almost a healthy man ; when the waywardness of his fate broke out ...
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... Lord Bacon , - " was never increased towards him by his place or honours . But I have , and do reverence him for the greatness , that was only proper to himself ; in that he seemed to me ever one of the greatest men , that had been in ...
... Lord Bacon , - " was never increased towards him by his place or honours . But I have , and do reverence him for the greatness , that was only proper to himself ; in that he seemed to me ever one of the greatest men , that had been in ...
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... Lord Foppington in the Relapse . AN ingenious acquaintance of my own was so much struck with this bright sally of his Lordship , that he has left off reading altogether , to the great improvement of his originality . At the hazard of ...
... Lord Foppington in the Relapse . AN ingenious acquaintance of my own was so much struck with this bright sally of his Lordship , that he has left off reading altogether , to the great improvement of his originality . At the hazard of ...
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... there be a regal solitude , it is a sick bed . How the patient lords it there ! what caprices he acts without controul ! how king - like he sways his pillow - tumbling , and tossing , and shifting , 70 70 THE CONVALESCENT.
... there be a regal solitude , it is a sick bed . How the patient lords it there ! what caprices he acts without controul ! how king - like he sways his pillow - tumbling , and tossing , and shifting , 70 70 THE CONVALESCENT.
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... Lord Glendamour and a Miss Rivers , and the scene only alternate between Bath and Bond- street - a more bewildering dreaminess induced upon him , than he has felt wandering over all the fairy grounds of Spenser . In the productions we ...
... Lord Glendamour and a Miss Rivers , and the scene only alternate between Bath and Bond- street - a more bewildering dreaminess induced upon him , than he has felt wandering over all the fairy grounds of Spenser . In the productions we ...
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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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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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
Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...