The Last Essays of EliaLittle, Brown,, 1892 - 249 pages |
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... beautiful was the feeling on thy last bed , which , connecting the man with the boy , took thee back in thy latest exercise of imagination , to the days when , undreaming of Theatres and Managerships , thou wert a scholar , and an early ...
... beautiful was the feeling on thy last bed , which , connecting the man with the boy , took thee back in thy latest exercise of imagination , to the days when , undreaming of Theatres and Managerships , thou wert a scholar , and an early ...
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... beautiful to a genuine lover of reading are the sullied leaves , and worn out appearance , nay , the very odour ( beyond Russia , ) if we would not for- get kind feelings in fastidiousness , of an old " Circu- lating Library " Tom Jones ...
... beautiful to a genuine lover of reading are the sullied leaves , and worn out appearance , nay , the very odour ( beyond Russia , ) if we would not for- get kind feelings in fastidiousness , of an old " Circu- lating Library " Tom Jones ...
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... beautiful and time - hallowed Edi- fices . Judge then of my mortification when , after attending the choral anthems of last Wednesday at Westminster , and being desirous of renewing my acquaintance , after lapsed years , with the tombs ...
... beautiful and time - hallowed Edi- fices . Judge then of my mortification when , after attending the choral anthems of last Wednesday at Westminster , and being desirous of renewing my acquaintance , after lapsed years , with the tombs ...
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... their indignation . A word from you , Sir a hint in your Journal . would be sufficient to fling open the doors of the Beautiful Temple again , as we can remember them when we - were boys . At that time of life , II2 THE TOMBS IN THE ABBEY .
... their indignation . A word from you , Sir a hint in your Journal . would be sufficient to fling open the doors of the Beautiful Temple again , as we can remember them when we - were boys . At that time of life , II2 THE TOMBS IN THE ABBEY .
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... which a foolish nobleman in his inso- lent hostility chose to term him . I call to mind the epitaph made on him , to guide me to juster thoughts of him ; and I repose upon the beautiful lines 134 SIR PHILIP SYDNEY'S SONNETS .
... which a foolish nobleman in his inso- lent hostility chose to term him . I call to mind the epitaph made on him , to guide me to juster thoughts of him ; and I repose upon the beautiful lines 134 SIR PHILIP SYDNEY'S SONNETS .
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Page 125 - 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 131 - When he descended down the mount, His personage seemed most divine : A thousand graces one might count Upon his lovely cheerful eyne. 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 124 - Of those fierce darts 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 152 - BELSHAZZAR the king made a great feast to a thousand of his lords, and drank wine before the thousand. Belshazzar, whiles he tasted the wine, commanded to bring the golden and silver vessels which his father Nebuchadnezzar had taken out of the temple which was in Jerusalem; that the king, and his princes, his wives, and his concubines, might drink therein.
Page 128 - 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 175 - ... for four or five weeks longer than you should have done, to pacify your conscience for the mighty sum of fifteen — or sixteen shillings was it ? — a great affair we thought it then — which you had lavished on the old folio. Now you can afford to buy any book that pleases you, but I do not see that you ever bring me home any nice old purchases now.
Page 175 - Here is a young and courtly mandarin, handing tea to a lady from a salver — two miles off". See how distance seems to set off...
Page 124 - Because I oft in dark abstracted guise Seem most alone in greatest company, With dearth of words, or answers quite awry, To them that would make speech of speech arise ; They deem, and of their doom the rumour flies, That poison foul of bubbling Pride doth lie So in my swelling breast, that only I Fawn on myself, and others do despise ; Yet Pride, I think, doth not my Soul possess, Which looks too oft in his unflattering glass...
Page 36 - My conceit of his person was never increased toward 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, by his work, one of the greatest men, and most worthy of admiration, that had been in many ages. In his adversity I ever prayed that God would give him strength ; for greatness he could not want.
Page 125 - In martial sports I had my cunning tried, And yet to break more staves did me address, While with the people's shouts (I must confess) Youth, luck, and praise, even fill'd my veins with pride When Cupid, having me (his slave) descried In Mars's livery, prancing in the press, " What now, Sir Fool ! " said he ; "I would no less : Look here, I say.