Curiosities of Literature, Volume 4

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J. Murray, 1823 - English literature
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Sublime farrago of out-of-the-way research, crowded with facts and yet full of life, assembled over a fifty-year period by the kindly pedant who was father to the Victorian politician and novelist ... Read full review

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Page 144 - En vain contre le Cid un ministre se ligue : Tout Paris pour Chimène a les yeux de Rodrigue.
Page 142 - The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Page 158 - Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood : To the which place a poor ^sequester'd stag, That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt...
Page 133 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep.
Page 152 - ... human, angel, man, Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see, No glass can reach; from Infinite to thee, From thee to nothing. On superior...
Page 216 - I knew a very wise man that believed that if a man were permitted to make all the ballads, he need not care who should make the laws of a nation.
Page 147 - The birds their quire apply ; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on the eternal Spring.
Page 164 - This Chief transcends his Father's Fame : While pleas'd amidst the gen'ral Shouts of Troy, His Mother's conscious Heart o'erflows with Joy. He spoke, and fondly gazing on her Charms Restor'd the pleasing Burden to her Arms ; Soft on her fragrant Breast the Babe she laid, Hush'd to Repose, and with a Smile survey'd The troubled Pleasure soon chastis'd by Fear, She mingled with the Smile a tender Tear.
Page 151 - Here let me sit in sorrow for mankind, Like yon neglected shrub at random cast, That shades the steep, and sighs at every blast.
Page 157 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds; Save that from yonder ivy-mantled...

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