The Last Essays of Elia: Being a Sequel to Essays Published Under that Name, Part 2 |
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... common since , that bats have roosted in it . Mine too - whose else ? -thy costly fruit - garden , with its sun - baked southern wall ; the ampler pleasure - garden , rising backwards from the house in triple terraces , with flower ...
... common since , that bats have roosted in it . Mine too - whose else ? -thy costly fruit - garden , with its sun - baked southern wall ; the ampler pleasure - garden , rising backwards from the house in triple terraces , with flower ...
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... common manifested towards him , would venture now and then to stand up against him in some argument , touching their youthful days . The houses of the ancient city of Lincoln are divided ( as most of my readers know ) between the ...
... common manifested towards him , would venture now and then to stand up against him in some argument , touching their youthful days . The houses of the ancient city of Lincoln are divided ( as most of my readers know ) between the ...
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... common school ) and the boys whose paternal residence was on the plain ; a suffi- cient cause of hostility in the code of these young Grotiuses . My father had been a leading Moun- taineer ; and would still maintain the general supe ...
... common school ) and the boys whose paternal residence was on the plain ; a suffi- cient cause of hostility in the code of these young Grotiuses . My father had been a leading Moun- taineer ; and would still maintain the general supe ...
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... common with my cousin Bridget , that she would sometimes press civility out of season - uttered the following memorable application— “ Do take another slice , Mr. Billet , for you do not get pudding every day . " The old gentleman said ...
... common with my cousin Bridget , that she would sometimes press civility out of season - uttered the following memorable application— “ Do take another slice , Mr. Billet , for you do not get pudding every day . " The old gentleman said ...
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... common symptoms of the malady upon him ; the quivering lip , the cowering knees , the teeth chattering ; and could have sworn “ that man was frightened . " But we forgot all the while or kept it almost a secret to ourselves— that he ...
... common symptoms of the malady upon him ; the quivering lip , the cowering knees , the teeth chattering ; and could have sworn “ that man was frightened . " But we forgot all the while or kept it almost a secret to ourselves— that he ...
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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...