Ballads and Critical Reviews, Volume 2

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Harper, 1899 - English literature
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Page 430 - And drenches with Elysian dew (List, mortals, if your ears be true) Beds of hyacinth and roses, Where young Adonis oft reposes, Waxing well of his deep wound, In slumber soft, and on the ground Sadly sits the Assyrian queen. But far above, in spangled sheen, Celestial Cupid, her famed son, advanced Holds his dear Psyche, sweet entranced...
Page 417 - Who can listen to objections regarding such a book as this? It seems to me a national benefit, and to every man or woman who reads it a personal kindness. The last two people I heard speak of it were women; neither knew the other, or the author, and both said, by way of criticism, "God bless him!
Page 641 - Rauch's statuette. His complexion was very bright, clear, and rosy. His eyes extraordinarily dark,* piercing and brilliant. I felt quite afraid before them, and recollect comparing them to the eyes of the hero of a certain romance called
Page 691 - The Snob: a Literary and Scientific Journal," NOT " conducted by members of the University,
Page 697 - Though my marriage was a wreck, as you know, I would do it over again, for behold Love is the crown and completion of all earthly good.
Page 642 - Frauenplan ; once going to step into his chariot on a sunshiny day, wearing a cap and a cloak with a red collar. He was caressing at the time a beautiful little golden-haired granddaughter, over whose sweet, fair face the earth has long since closed, too. Any of us who had books or magazines from England sent them to him, and he examined them eagerly.
Page 387 - Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower But 'twas the first to fade away ; I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die.
Page 630 - The rewards of the profession are not to be measured by the money standard ; for one man spends a life of learning and labour on a book which does not pay the printer's bill, and another gets a little fortune by a few light volumes. But, putting the money out of the question, I believe that the social estimation of the man of letters is as good as it deserves...
Page 629 - The charges of the Examiner against a man who has never, to his knowledge, been ashamed of his profession, or (except for its dulness) of any single line from his pen, grave as they are, are, I hope, not proven. " To stoop to flatter " any class is a novel accusation brought against my writings ; and as for my scheme " to pay court to the non-literary class...
Page 430 - All amidst the gardens fair Of Hesperus, and his daughters three That sing about the golden tree.

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