The Essays of Elia: First Series - Second SeriesWiley & Putnam, 1845 |
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... thou hast been receiving thy half - yearly dividends ( supposing thou art a lean an- nuitant like myself ) -to the Flower Pot , to secure a place for Dalston , or Shacklewell , or some other thy suburban retreat northerly , -didst thou ...
... thou hast been receiving thy half - yearly dividends ( supposing thou art a lean an- nuitant like myself ) -to the Flower Pot , to secure a place for Dalston , or Shacklewell , or some other thy suburban retreat northerly , -didst thou ...
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... thou art , in the very heart of stirring and living commerce , amid the fret and fever of speculation with the Bank , and the ' Change , and the India - house about thee , in the hey - day of present prosperity , with their important ...
... thou art , in the very heart of stirring and living commerce , amid the fret and fever of speculation with the Bank , and the ' Change , and the India - house about thee , in the hey - day of present prosperity , with their important ...
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... thou in an office ? ) - without some quirk that left a sting ! Thy gibes and thy jokes are now extinct , or survive but in two forgotten volumes , which I had the good fortune to rescue from a stall in Barbican , not three days ago ...
... thou in an office ? ) - without some quirk that left a sting ! Thy gibes and thy jokes are now extinct , or survive but in two forgotten volumes , which I had the good fortune to rescue from a stall in Barbican , not three days ago ...
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... thou sangest , mild , child - like , pastoral M ; a flute's breathing less divinely whispering than thy Arcadian melodies , when , in tones worthy of Arden , thou didst chant that song sung by Amiens to the banished Duke , which ...
... thou sangest , mild , child - like , pastoral M ; a flute's breathing less divinely whispering than thy Arcadian melodies , when , in tones worthy of Arden , thou didst chant that song sung by Amiens to the banished Duke , which ...
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... thou wondrous charm , what art thou ? that , being nothing , art everything ! When thou wert , thou wert not anti- quity - then thou wert nothing , but hadst a remoter antiquity , as thou calledst it , to look back to with blind veneration ...
... thou wondrous charm , what art thou ? that , being nothing , art everything ! When thou wert , thou wert not anti- quity - then thou wert nothing , but hadst a remoter antiquity , as thou calledst it , to look back to with blind veneration ...
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Page 114 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Page 84 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies : How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries?
Page 26 - How have I seen the casual passer through the Cloisters stand still, entranced with admiration (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the young Mirandula), to hear thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of Jamblichus, or Plotinus (for even in those years thou waxedst not pale at such philosophic draughts), or reciting Homer in his Greek, or Pindar— —while the walls of the old Grey Friars re-echoed to the accents of the inspired charity-boy!...
Page 84 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Page 27 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning ; solid, but slow in his performances. Shakespeare with the English man-ofwar, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Page 158 - Bo-bo was strictly enjoined not to let the secret escape, for the neighbors would certainly have stoned them for a couple of abominable wretches, who could think of improving upon the good meat which God had sent them. Nevertheless, strange stories got about. It was observed that Ho-ti's cottage was burnt down now more frequently than ever. Nothing but fires from this time forward.
Page 159 - Thus this custom of firing houses continued, till, in process of time, says my manuscript, a sage arose, like our Locke, who made a discovery, that the flesh of swine, or indeed of any other animal, might be cooked (burnt as they called it) without the necessity of consuming a whole house to dress it.
Page 85 - Then, even of fellowship, O Moon, tell me, Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit? Are beauties there as proud as here they be? Do they above love to be loved, and yet Those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess? Do they call 'virtue' there — ungratefulness? 94. Sleep /^OME, 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, Th...
Page 85 - 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 133 - ... look at — -or in lying about upon the fresh grass, with all the fine garden smells around me — or basking in the orangery, till I could almost fancy myself ripening, too, along with the oranges and the limes in that grateful warmth — or in watching the dace that darted to and fro in the...