Landor's Imaginary Conversations

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H. Milford, 1914 - 246 páginas
 

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Página 179 - I am with him. And when I am called from him I fall on weeping, because whatsoever I do else but learning is full of grief, trouble, fear, and whole misliking unto me. And thus my book hath been so much my pleasure, and bringeth daily to me more pleasure and more, that in respect of it all other pleasures, in very deed, be but trifles and troubles unto me.
Página iv - He leaves behind him, freed from griefs and years, Far worthier things than tears. The love of friends, without a single foe; Unequalled lot below!
Página v - I STROVE with none, for none was worth my strife: Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art: I warm'd both hands before the fire of Life; It sinks; and I am ready to depart.
Página 89 - Jane. I was very childish when I composed them ; and, if I had thought any more about the matter, I should have hoped you had been too generous to keep them in your memory as witnesses against me.
Página 91 - Ascham. — Read them on thy marriage-bed, on thy child-bed, on thy death-bed. Thou spotless, undrooping lily, they have fenced thee right well. These are the men for men ; these are to fashion the bright and blessed creatures whom God one day shall smile upon in thy chaste bosom. Mind thou thy husband.
Página 143 - Now whosoever of them did eat the honey-sweet fruit of the lotus, had no more wish to bring tidings nor to come back, but there he chose to abide with the lotus-eating men, ever feeding on the lotus, and forgetful of his homeward way.
Página 185 - That it was our duty, if ever the Lord brought us back again in peace, to call Charles Stuart, that man of blood, to an account for that blood he had shed, and mischief he had done to his utmost, against the Lord's Cause and People in these poor Nations.
Página 182 - He told, that Spencer's goods were robbed by the Irish, and his house and a little child burnt, he and his wife escaped, and after died for want of bread in King Street ; he refused 20 pieces sent him by my Lord Essex, and said he was sure he had no time to spend them.
Página 1 - What knowest thou about the river Eurotas ? What knowest thou about its ancient palace, once trodden by assembled gods, and then polluted by the Phrygian? What knowest thou of perfidious men or of sanguinary deeds? " Pardon me, O goddess who presidest in Cythera ! I am not irreverent to thee, but ever grateful.
Página i - ... head, a fine composure of face when silent, a figure that might have become corpulent but for his being so continually in earnest that he gave it no rest, and a chin that might have subsided into a...

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