Walter Savage Landor, 2 tomas1869 |
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... passed the last eighteen days and " nights in trying to recover all parts of it . I am " afraid I have lost several , as a great deal was written on scraps of paper . I have lost my patience at all " events , and the remainder of my ...
... passed the last eighteen days and " nights in trying to recover all parts of it . I am " afraid I have lost several , as a great deal was written on scraps of paper . I have lost my patience at all " events , and the remainder of my ...
17 psl.
... passed ; and it was March 1823 when Landor again wrote to Southey , soon after he had instructed Julius Hare to carry the manuscript for another chance to Ridgway . Busied in all the interval with additions and improvements , interested ...
... passed ; and it was March 1823 when Landor again wrote to Southey , soon after he had instructed Julius Hare to carry the manuscript for another chance to Ridgway . Busied in all the interval with additions and improvements , interested ...
39 psl.
... passing by easy transition from men's houses and gardens to the national or individual peculiarities indicated by them ; and dogmatising after the usual fashion of talkers upon art , who seldom fail to find themselves more knowing about ...
... passing by easy transition from men's houses and gardens to the national or individual peculiarities indicated by them ; and dogmatising after the usual fashion of talkers upon art , who seldom fail to find themselves more knowing about ...
66 psl.
... passed his eighty- first year , and , in a conversation between Alfieri and Metastasio published in Fraser's Magazine , had singled out for scornful denunciation the fashionable and thrice- detestable word pluck , * an example of the ...
... passed his eighty- first year , and , in a conversation between Alfieri and Metastasio published in Fraser's Magazine , had singled out for scornful denunciation the fashionable and thrice- detestable word pluck , * an example of the ...
70 psl.
... passed away , and the speakers ' names have ceased to be words to conjure with ; yet the charm of the composition is enduring , and in all of them sayings abound that will never lose their freshness . " Little is " that , O Lopez ...
... passed away , and the speakers ' names have ceased to be words to conjure with ; yet the charm of the composition is enduring , and in all of them sayings abound that will never lose their freshness . " Little is " that , O Lopez ...
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450 psl. - I STROVE with none, for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art; I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
56 psl. - Rather do thou walk with him, ride with him, play with him, be his faery, his page, his everything that love and poetry have invented ; but watch him well ; sport with his fancies ; turn them about like the ringlets round his cheek; and if ever he meditate on power, go toss up thy baby to his brow, and bring back his thoughts into his heart by the music of thy discourse. Teach him to live unto God and unto thee ; and he will discover that women, like the plants in woods, derive their softness and...
272 psl. - These may she never share ! Quieter is his breath, his breast more cold, Than daisies in the mould, Where children spell, athwart the churchyard gate, His name and life's brief date.
272 psl. - I loved him not ; and yet, now he is gone, I feel I am alone. I check'd him while he spoke ; yet, could he speak, Alas ! I would not check. For reasons not to love him once I sought, And wearied all my thought To vex myself and him : I now would give My love could he but live Who lately lived for me, and when he found 'T was vain, in holy ground He hid his face amid the shades of death...
485 psl. - Rears many a weed : If parties bring you there, will you Drop slily in a grain or two Of wall-flower seed ? I shall not see it, and (too sure ! ) I shall not ever hear that your Light step was there; But the rich odour some fine day Will, what I cannot do, repay That little care.
26 psl. - Even in poetry it is the imaginative only, viz., that which is conversant with, or turns upon infinity, that powerfully affects me. Perhaps I ought to explain : I mean to say that, unless in those passages where things are lost in each other, and limits vanish, and aspirations are raised, I read with something too much like indifference.
56 psl. - Read them on thy marriage-bed, on thy childbed, 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.
254 psl. - For these dost thou repine ? He may have left the lowly walks of men ; Left them he has ; what then? Are not his footsteps followed by the eyes Of all the good and wise ? Tho...
300 psl. - I leave thee, beauteous Italy ! no more From the high terraces, at even-tide, To look supine into thy depths of sky, Thy golden moon between the cliff and me, Or thy dark spires of fretted cypresses Bordering the channel of the milky- way.
254 psl. - Though the warm day is over, yet they seek Upon the lofty peak Of his pure mind the roseate light that glows O'er death's perennial snows. Behold him! from the region of the blest He speaks: he bids thee rest.