Men I Have KnownG. Routledge and sons, 1866 - 409 pages |
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ADDENDA admirable amusing anecdote appeared artist beautiful believe bibliomania British Campbell Captain Captain Crozier Chantrey character Charles Dibdin Coleridge Crozier curious death delight Dibdin Dick Martin Do-do Drummond Castle early Edward Forbes eminent England enjoyed entertaining excellent exhibition extraordinary fame fancy feeling fortune Franklin Galt genius gentleman honour hope human humour illustrate interest James Hogg John Galt labours lady learned less literary literature living London look Lord Lord Aberdeen Lord de Tabley Lord Ripon manner matters memory ment merits mind native nature never noble notice observed occasion opinion party patriotic period poet poetry political popular portrait productions remarkable Royal seemed Sharon Turner Sir John sketch social society Southey spirit strange Tabley House talent taste Thomas Cubitt tion took traits truth verse voyage whilst William Pinnock wonderful worthy
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Page 478 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her ; 'tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is...
Page 58 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirth-moving jest, Which his fair tongue, conceit's expositor, Delivers in such apt and gracious words That aged ears play truant at his tales And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and...
Page 137 - In vain for him th' officious wife prepares The fire fair-blazing and the vestment warm ; In vain his little children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas! Nor wife nor children more shall he behold, Nor friends nor sacred home: on every nerve The deadly Winter seizes, shuts up sense, And, o'er his inmost vitals creeping cold, Lays him along the snows a stiffened corse, Stretched out and bleaching in the northern blast.
Page 132 - ... threescore years can give : I now, on the eve of my departure declare to you, (and earnestly pray that you may hereafter live and act on the conviction,) that health is a great blessing; competence, obtained by honourable industry, a great blessing ; and a great blessing it is to have...
Page 349 - Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe the enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Page 276 - Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Page 136 - Thinking o'er all the bitterness of death, Mixed with the tender anguish nature shoots Through the wrung bosom of the dying man, His wife, his children, and his friends unseen.
Page 16 - Eight !List to that low funereal bell : It is tolling, alas ! a living man's knell ! — And see ! — from forth that opening door They come — HE steps that threshold o'er Who never shall tread upon threshold more...
Page 16 - twere scanning, in doubt and in fear, The path of the Spirit's unknown career ; Those pinion'd arms, those hands that ne'er Shall be lifted again, — not even in prayer; That heaving chest! — Enough, 'tis done! The bolt has fallen ! — the spirit is gone — For weal or for woe is known but to One ! — Oh ! 'twas a fearsome sight ! — Ah me ! A deed to shudder at, — not to see. Again that clock! 'tis time, 'tis time! The hour is past : with its earliest chime The cord is severed, the lifeless...
Page 132 - ... industry, a great blessing ; and a great blessing it is to have kind, faithful, and loving friends and relatives ; but that the greatest of all blessings, as it is the most ennobling of all privileges,. is to be indeed a Christian.