The Autobiography of William Jerdan: With His Literary, Political and Social Reminiscences and Correspondence During the Last Fifty Years, Volume 4

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A. Hall, Virtue & Company, 1853
 

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Page 46 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Page 61 - The spirit that I have seen May be the devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Page 351 - O, that a man might know The end of this day's business, ere it come ! But it sufficeth, that the day will end, And then the end is known.
Page 81 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine ; And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Page 168 - Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow; Farewell to the straths and green valleys below ; Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods; Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.
Page 19 - Word from the Greek, Latin, Saxon, German, Teutonic, Dutch, French, Spanish, and other Languages ; with their present Acceptation and Pronunciation.
Page 129 - ... forlorn creek: We all pearls scorn, Save what the dewy morn Congeals upon each little spire of grass, Which careless shepherds beat down as they pass: And gold ne'er here appears, Save what the yellow Ceres bears. Blest silent groves ! Oh may you be For ever Mirth's best nursery!
Page 51 - All my past life is mine no more, The flying hours are gone; Like transitory dreams given o'er, Whose images are kept in store By memory alone. The time that is to come is not ; How can it then be mine? The present moment's all my lot, And that as fast as it is got, Phyllis, is only thine.
Page 15 - METEYARD'S (ELIZA) DOCTOR'S LITTLE DAUGHTER. The Story of a Child's Life amidst the Woods and Hills. With numerous Illustrations by HARVEY. Foolscap, cloth, gilt edges, 7s.
Page 65 - Do what I may, go where I will, Thou meet'st my sight ; There dost thou glide before me still, A form of light ! I feel thy breath upon my cheek, — I see thee smile, I hear thee speak, — Till, oh ! my heart is like to break, Casa Wappy ! Methinks thou smil'st before me now, With glance of stealth ; The hair thrown back from thy full brow In buoyant health ; I see thine eyes...

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