The Autobiography of Leigh Hunt: With Reminiscences of Friends and Contemporaries, 2. köideHarper & Brothers, 1850 - 332 pages |
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Page 88 - twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread, rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar. Graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd and let 'em forth By my so potent art.
Page 101 - Bags of fiery opals, sapphires, amethysts, Jacinths, hard topaz, grass-green emeralds, Beauteous rubies, sparkling diamonds, And seld-seen costly stones of so great price, As one of them indifferently rated, And of a carat of this quantity, May serve, in peril of calamity, To ransom great kings from captivity...
Page 32 - For Heaven's sake let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings...
Page 24 - Thoughts of great deeds were mine, dear Friend, when first The clouds which wrap this world from youth did pass. I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's sleep : a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why: until there rose From the near school-room, voices, that, alas!
Page 24 - I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why : until there rose From the near schoolroom voices that alas ! Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.
Page 275 - His hand, Loading the air with dumb expectancy, Suspended, ere it fell, a nation's breath. He smote ; — and clinging to the serious chords With godlike ravishment, drew forth a breath, — So deep, so strong, so fervid thick with love, — Blissful, yet laden as with twenty prayers, That Juno yearn'd with no diviner soul To the first burthen of the lips of Jove.
Page 33 - Hampstead, when I had not seen him for some time ; and after grasping my hands with both his, in his usual fervent manner, he sat down, and looked at me very earnestly, with a deep, though not melancholy, interest in his face. We were sitting with our knees to the fire, to which we had been getting nearer and nearer, in the comfort of finding ourselves together.
Page 326 - I shall at last make up an impudent face, and ask Horace Smith to add to the many obligations he has conferred on me. I know I need only ask. I think I have never told you how very much I like your " Amyntas;" it almost reconciles me to translations. In another sense I still demur. You might have written another such poem as the " Nymphs," with no great access of efforts.
Page 326 - I am, and I desire to be, nothing. I did not ask Lord Byron to assist me in sending a remittance for your journey ; because there are men, however excellent, from whom we would never receive an obligation, in the worldly sense of the word ; and I am as jealous for my friend as for myself.
Page 24 - And from that hour did I with earnest thought Heap knowledge from forbidden mines of lore, Yet nothing that my tyrants knew or taught I cared to learn, but from that secret store Wrought linked armour for my soul, before It might walk forth to war among mankind...