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Memoir, Letters, and Poems of Bernard Barton (1850)
Bernard Barton,Lucy Barton
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Página 29 - By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glow'd ; All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes...
Página 125 - CONDEMN'D to Hope's delusive mine, As on we toil from day to day, By sudden blast or slow decline Our social comforts drop away. Well try'd through many a varying year, See LEVETT to the grave descend; Officious, innocent, sincere, Of every friendless name the friend. Yet still he fills affection's eye, Obscurely wise, and coarsely kind, Nor, letter'd arrogance,' deny Thy praise to merit unrefin'd.
Página 365 - No man that warreth entangleth himself with the affairs of this life; that he may please him who hath chosen him to be a soldier.
Página 109 - And John answered and said, Master, we saw one casting out devils in thy name ; and we forbade him, because he followeth not with us. 50 And Jesus said unto him, Forbid him not : for he that is not against us, is for us.
Página 24 - Throw yourself on the world without any rational plan of support, beyond what the chance employ of booksellers would afford you ! ! ! " Throw yourself rather, my dear Sir, from the steep Tarpeian rock slap-dash headlong upon iron spikes. If you had but five consolatory minutes between the desk and the bed, make much of them, and live a century in them, rather than turn slave to the Booksellers.
Página 308 - And he said unto him, Say now unto her, Behold, thou hast been careful for us with all this care; what is to be done for thee? wouldest thou be spoken for to the king, or to the captain of the host? And she answered, I dwell among mine own people.
Página 367 - Bread of our souls, whereon we feed, True manna from on high ; Our guide and chart, wherein we read Of realms beyond the sky...
Página 24 - Tis a pretty appendage to a situation like yours or mine; but a slavery, worse than all slavery, to be a bookseller's dependant, to drudge your brains for pots of ale and breasts of mutton, to change your free thoughts and voluntary numbers for ungracious task-work.
Página 182 - RS,* to come forward for an old friend, who had treated him so unworthily. " Moxon has a shop without customers, I a book without readers. But what a clamour against a poor collection of Album verses, as if we had put forth an Epic. I cannot scribble a long letter. I am, when not at foot, very desolate, and take no interest in anything, scarce hate anything, but Annuals.