The Variorum and Definitive Edition of the Poetical and Prose Writings of Edward Fitzgerald: Including a Complete Bibliography and Interesting Personal and Literary Notes, Volume 7

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Doubleday, Page and Company, 1903
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Page 67 - Throw yourself on the world without any rational plan of support, beyond what the chance employ of booksellers would afford you ! ! ! " Throw yourself rather, my dear Sir, from the steep Tarpeian rock slap-dash headlong upon iron spikes. If you had but five consolatory minutes between the desk and the bed, make much of them, and live a century in them, rather than turn slave to the Booksellers.
Page 74 - By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glow'd ; All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes...
Page 118 - whether for conception or execution, one of the most touching in our language," which having read " on its first publication with extreme delight," and again, thirty years after, with even more emotion, and yet again, twenty years after that, with undiminished interest: he concludes by saying that " a work which can please in youth and age seems to fulfil (in logical language) the accidental definition of a classic.
Page 103 - Two brothers, both past middle age, meet together, for the first time since their infancy, in the Hall of their native Parish, which the elder and richer had purchased as a place of retirement for his declining age; and there tell each other their own history, and then that of their guests, neighbours, and acquaintances. The senior is much the richer, and a bachelor — having been a little distasted with the sex by the unlucky result of a very extravagant passion. He is, moreover, rather too reserved,...
Page 68 - Tis a pretty appendage to a situation like yours or mine ; but a slavery, worse than all slavery, to be a bookseller's dependant, to drudge your brains for pots of ale and breasts of mutton, to change your free thoughts and voluntary numbers for ungracious task-work.
Page 113 - a day, ere yet the autumn closed, When, ere her wintry wars, the earth reposed, When from the yellow weed the feathery crown, Light as the curling smoke, fell slowly down ; When the wing'd insect settled in our sight, And waited wind to recommence her flight ; When the wide river was a silver sheet, And on the ocean slept th...
Page 59 - John Barton did not live to see the only child — a son — that was born to him by this second marriage. He had some time before quitted London, and taken partnership in a malting business at Hertford, where he died, in the prime of life. After his death his widow returned to Tottenham, and there with her son and step-children continued for some time to reside. In due time, Bernard was sent to a muchesteemed Quaker school at Ipswich : returning always to spend his holidays at Tottenham. When fourteen...
Page 66 - Do not renounce writing, but never trust entirely to authorship. If you have a profession, retain it ; it will be like Prior's fellowship, a last and sure resource.
Page 68 - Trust not to the public; you may hang, starve, drown yourself for any thing that worthy personage cares. I bless every star, that Providence, not seeing good to make me independent, has seen it next good to settle me upon the stable foundation of Leadenhall. Sit down, good BB, in the banking-office; what! is there not from six to eleven, PM six days in the week, and is there not all Sunday? Fie, what a superfluity of man's time, if you could think so! Enough for relaxation, mirth, converse, poetry,...
Page 23 - IF it be destined that my Life, from thine Divided, yet with thine shall linger on Till, in the later twilight of Decline, I may behold those Eyes, their lustre gone ; When the gold tresses that enrich thy brow Shall all be faded into silver-gray, From which the wreaths that well bedeck them now For many a Summer shall have fall'n away : Then should I dare to whisper in your ears The pent-up Passion of so long ago, That Love which hath survived the wreck...

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