The Life and Letters of Washington Irving, Volume 4

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G.P. Putnam, 1864
 

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Page 52 - Tu se' solo colui, da cui io tolsi Lo bello stile che m
Page 252 - Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep 330 Which thou owedst yesterday.
Page 47 - THERE are few writers for whom the reader feels such personal kindness as for Oliver G-oldsmith, for few have so eminently possessed the magic gift of identifying themselves with their writings.
Page 396 - In eddying course when leaves began to fly, And Autumn in her lap the store to strew, As mid wild scenes I chanced the muse to woo, Thro...
Page 47 - While the productions of writers of loftier pretension and more sounding names are suffered to moulder on our shelves, those of Goldsmith are cherished and laid in our bosoms. We do not quote them with ostentation, but they mingle with our minds...
Page 288 - The benevolence of your heart, my dear Marquis, is so conspicuous upon all occasions that I never wonder at any fresh proofs of it ; but your late purchase of an estate in the Colony of Cayenne, with a view of emancipating the slaves on it, is a generous and noble proof of your humanity. Would to God a like spirit might diffuse itself generally into the minds of the people of this country ! But I despair of seeing it.
Page 396 - Twas Echo from her sister Silence flew ; For quick the hunter's horn resounded to the sky ! In shade affrighted Silence melts away ; Not so her sister : — hark ! for onward still With far-heard step she takes her listening way, Bounding from rock to rock, and hill to hill ! Ah, mark the merry maid in mockful play With thousand mimic tones the laughing forest fill.
Page 267 - I was very meagre, when a child, and she used to call me a little rack of bones. How fond I was of having her sing to me, when an infant, that pathetic ballad of Lowe : " The moon had climbed the highest hill That rises o'er the source of Dee.
Page 261 - And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
Page 288 - I hold in my* own right shall receive their freedom. To emancipate them during her life would, though earnestly wished by me, be attended with such insuperable difficulties, on account of their intermixture by...

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