More Letters of Edward FitzGerald, Volum 2Macmillan and Company, limited, 1901 - 295 sider |
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Side 12 - With the venerable proconsul, his son, who had accompanied him into Africa as his lieutenant, was likewise declared emperor. His manners were less pure, but his character was equally amiable with that of his father. Twenty-two acknowledged concubines, and a library of sixty-two thousand volumes, attested the variety of his inclinations ; and from the productions which he left behind him, it appears that the former as well as the latter...
Side 15 - ... than voice it with claims and challenges. Preserve likewise the rights of inferior places; and think it more honour to direct in chief than to be busy in all. Embrace and invite helps and advices touching the execution of thy place; and do not drive away such as bring thee information as meddlers, but accept of them in good part.
Side 28 - It is a very odd thing, but quite true, I assure you, that before your letter came I was sitting at breakfast alone, and reading some of Moore's Songs, and thinking to myself how it was fame enough to have written but one song — air, or words — which should in after days solace the sailor at the wheel, or the soldier in foreign places ! — be taken up into the life of England ! No doubt 'The Last Rose of Summer
Side 121 - Hyems' boisterous blasts and bitter cold. Sev'n times the thirteen Moons have changed hue ; Sev'n times that Sun his course hath gone about ; Sev'n times each Bird her Nest hath built anew ; Since first time you to serve I choosed out. Still yours I am though thus the time have past, And trust to be so long as time shall last.