Essays and sketches. The pawnbroker's daughter. The adventures of Ulysses. Tales. Poems. Letters

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W. J. Widdleton, 1871

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Pagina 195 - 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.
Pagina 139 - Sun, and sky, and breeze, and solitary walks, and summer holidays, and the greenness of fields, and the delicious juices of meats and fishes, and society, and the cheerful glass, and candlelight, and fireside conversations, and innocent vanities, and jests, and irony itself — do these things go out with life...
Pagina 158 - I shall detain you now no longer in the demonstration of what we should not do, but straight conduct you to a hill-side, where I will point you out the right path of a virtuous and noble education ; laborious indeed at the first ascent, but else so smooth, so green, so full of goodly prospect, and melodious sounds on every side, that the harp of Orpheus was not more charming-.
Pagina 25 - Ye shall not need further to dread: I will not disparage You, God defend, sith ye descend Of so great a lineage. Now understand: to Westmoreland, Which is my heritage, I will you bring, and with a ring, By way of marriage, I will you take, and lady make, As shortly as I can: Thus have you won an Earl's son And not a banished man.
Pagina 18 - The greatest pleasure I know is to do a good action by stealth, and to have it found out by accident.
Pagina 246 - There be delights, there be recreations and jolly pastimes that will fetch the day about from sun to sun, and rock the tedious year as in a delightful dream.
Pagina 24 - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Pagina 140 - When I heard of the death of Coleridge, it was without grief. It seemed to me that he long had been on the confines of the next world, - that he. had a hunger for eternity. I grieved then that I could not grieve. But since, I feel how great a part he was of me. His great and dear spirit haunts me. I cannot think a thought, I cannot make a criticism on men and books, without an ineffectual turning and reference to him.
Pagina 43 - ... by an exposure to the influence of heaven in a long flow of generations, from the hard, acidulous, metallic tincture of the spring.

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