Littell's Living Age, Volume 53Living Age Company Incorporated, 1857 - American periodicals |
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Page 379 - the barefooted friars were einging vespers in the temple of Jupiter, that the idea of writing the decline and fall of the city first started to my mind." M. Suard fancifully attributes to the combination of circumstances under which the conception of the work arose, some of that inveterate hatred of
Page 126 - 0 that I were where Helen lies, On fair Kirkconnell Lee ! " Curst be the heart that thought the thought, And curst the hand that fired the shot, When in my arms burd Helen dropt, And died to succor me ! " 0 think na ye my heart was sair When my love dropt
Page 76 - we did omit it divers days, for which the abbot came unto the chapter, and did in manner rebuke us, and said we were bound to obey his commandment by our profession, and so did command us to sing it again with the versicle, ' Let God arise, and let his enemies be scattered. Let them also that hate him flee before him.
Page 127 - which illustrates the hopeless pathos to which allusion has been made. The circumstances of the tragedy are unknown. All that has come down to us is the following strain of mournful music : " 0 waly waly up the bank, And waly waly down the brae, And waly waly yon burn-side, Where I and my love wer wont to gae.
Page 130 - That am hither come to visit thee. " « Harp and carp, Thomas,' she said, ' Harp and carp along wi' me; And if ye dare to kiss my lips, Sure of your bodie I will be.' " ' Betide me weal, betide me woe. That weird shall never daunton me,' Syne he has kissed her rosy lips, All underneath the
Page 19 - as great as ever. Boswell's book has done for 'him more than the best of his own books could do. The memory of other authors is kept alive by their works. But the memory of Johnson keeps many of his works alive. The old philosopher is still among us in the brown coat with the metal
Page 90 - existence with the glorious possibilities of that human nature which they share ? Depend upon it, my dear lady, you would gain unspeakably if you would learn with me to see some of the poetry and the pathos, the tragedy and the comedy, lying in the experience of the human
Page 127 - own tower. The following verses seem to have been composed by his wife : " He slew my knight to me sae dear, He slew my knight and poin'd his gear: My servants all for life did flee, And left me in extremitie. '! I sewed his sheet, making my mane : I watched the corpse myself
Page 172 - he grieved in every part, Tears of blood fell from his heart When he left his pretty boy, Father's sorrow, father's joy. Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee, When thou art old there's grief enough for thee. The wanton smiled,
Page 431 - own account, or to the united testimony of all who knew him, a man of the meanest and feeblest intellect. Johnson described him as a fellow who had missed his only chance of immortality by not having been alive when the Dunciad was written. Beauclerk used his name as a proverbial expression for a bore.