Thoughts in my garden, ed. by E. Yates, with notes by the ed. and mrs. M. Collins, Volum 1 |
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Pàgina xiv
... miles of Mortimer Collins's residence at Knowle Hill , and I made a point of going over once or twice a week and having a chat with him . I would ride up to the green wicket garden - gate leading into the high road and shout his name ...
... miles of Mortimer Collins's residence at Knowle Hill , and I made a point of going over once or twice a week and having a chat with him . I would ride up to the green wicket garden - gate leading into the high road and shout his name ...
Pàgina 23
... miles , combine to produce the perfection of delight . Concerning the actual doings of the Associa- tion I know little ; but there is a gentleman who has been recording them en amateur in the Globe , to whose pugillaria I can conscien ...
... miles , combine to produce the perfection of delight . Concerning the actual doings of the Associa- tion I know little ; but there is a gentleman who has been recording them en amateur in the Globe , to whose pugillaria I can conscien ...
Pàgina 25
... miles from the sea , these insects are doing excellent work in the destruction of various forms of blight ; and that the flowers in a myriad parterres are blooming delightfully , because this invading army has destroyed insects more ...
... miles from the sea , these insects are doing excellent work in the destruction of various forms of blight ; and that the flowers in a myriad parterres are blooming delightfully , because this invading army has destroyed insects more ...
Pàgina 65
... miles each way is beautiful beyond description . When the new inn is finished it will be a charming place to spend a day or a week . And the motto for the felicitous time may be , ' Fay ce que voudras . ' * * M. C. might justly have ...
... miles each way is beautiful beyond description . When the new inn is finished it will be a charming place to spend a day or a week . And the motto for the felicitous time may be , ' Fay ce que voudras . ' * * M. C. might justly have ...
Pàgina 78
... Mile . What a pity that this does not happen to be the year for the re- appearance of this mysterious fountain ! In such weather as the present we begin to be- lieve with Pindar that water is the best of things . In such weather ideas ...
... Mile . What a pity that this does not happen to be the year for the re- appearance of this mysterious fountain ! In such weather as the present we begin to be- lieve with Pindar that water is the best of things . In such weather ideas ...
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Thoughts in my garden, ed. by E. Yates, with notes by the ed. and ..., Volum 2 Edward James Mortimer Collins Visualització completa - 1880 |
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Pàgina 221 - Have linked that amorous power to thy soft lay, Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate Foretell my hopeless doom, in some grove nigh; As thou from year to year hast sung too late For my relief, yet hadst no reason why. Whether the Muse or Love call thee his mate, Both them I serve, and of their train am I.
Pàgina 145 - St Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold...
Pàgina 221 - O NIGHTINGALE that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill, While the jolly hours lead on propitious May. Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day, First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill, Portend success in love. O, if Jove's will Have linked that amorous power to thy soft lay, Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate Foretell my hopeless doom, in some grove nigh; As thou from year to year hast sung too late For...
Pàgina 71 - I protest that if some great Power would agree to make me always think what is true and do what is right, on condition of being turned into a sort of clock and wound up every morning before I got out of bed, I should instantly close with the offer.
Pàgina 182 - Those rugged names to our like mouths grow sleek That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp. Thy age, like ours, O Soul of Sir John Cheke, Hated not learning worse than toad or asp, When thou taught'st Cambridge, and King Edward, Greek.
Pàgina 145 - Eve—Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious...
Pàgina 73 - Flumina amem silvasque inglorius. O ubi campi Spercheosque et virginibus bacchata Lacaenis Taygeta ! o qui me gelidis in vallibus Haemi Sistat, et ingenti ramorum protegat umbra ! Felix, qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas, 490 Subjecit pedibus strepitumque Acherontis avari.
Pàgina 76 - a swarm in May is worth a load of hay ; a swarm in June is worth a silver spoon ; but a swarm in July is not worth a fly...
Pàgina 138 - DÉJÀ plus d'une feuille sèche Parsème les gazons jaunis ; Soir et matin, la brise est fraîche, Hélas! les beaux jours sont finis!
Pàgina 189 - As for us the Ancients, we are content with the bee to pretend to nothing of our own, beyond our wings and our voice; that is to say, our flights and our language. For the rest, whatever we have got, has been by infinite labour and search, and ranging through every corner of nature. The difference is, that instead of dirt and poison, we have rather chose to fill our hives with honey and wax ; thus furnishing mankind with the two noblest of things, which are, sweetness and light.