The London Mercury, Volume 5Sir John Collings Squire, Rolfe Arnold Scott-James Field Press Limited, 1922 - English literature |
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Page 385 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
Page 307 - When the soul of a man is born in this country there are nets flung at it to hold it back from flight. You talk to me of nationality, language, religion. I shall try to fly by those nets.
Page 57 - Complete Angler; or, The Contemplative Man's Recreation : being a Discourse of Rivers, Fishponds. Fish and Fishing, written by IZAAK WALTON ; and Instructions how to Angle for a Trout or Grayling in a clear Stream, by CHARLES COTTON.
Page 393 - Like a dull actor now, I have forgot my part, and I am out, Even to a full disgrace. Best of my flesh, Forgive my tyranny; but do not say For that 'Forgive our Romans.
Page 38 - ... inert, will no longer tolerate the race which has for a moment disturbed its solitude. Man will go down into the pit, and all his thoughts will perish. The uneasy consciousness, which in this obscure corner has for a brief space broken the contented silence of the universe, will be at rest. Matter will know itself no longer. ' Imperishable monuments ' and ' immortal deeds,' death itself, and love stronger than death, will be as though they had never been.
Page 307 - Welcome, O life ! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.
Page 290 - Don't you consider, Sir, that these are not the manners of a gentleman ? I will not be baited with what and why; what is this ? what is that ? why is a cow's tail long ? why is a fox's tail bushy?" The gentleman, who was a good deal out of countenance, said, " Why, Sir, you are so good, that I venture to trouble you.
Page 289 - When I one day lamented the loss of a first cousin killed in America, — ''Prithee, my dear, (said he,) have done with canting ; how would the world be the worse for it, I may ask, if all your relations were at once spitted like larks, and roasted for Presto's supper 1 ' — Presto was the dog that lay under the table while we talked.
Page 153 - For out of the darkness Silent and slowly The Gleam, that had waned to a wintry glimmer On icy fallow And faded forest...
Page 149 - Stream'd thro' my cell a cold and silver beam, And down the long beam stole the Holy Grail, Rose-red with beatings in it, as if alive, Till all the white walls of my cell were dyed With rosy...