The Journal of Thomas Moore, Volum 1University of Delaware Press, 1983 - 2701 sider For over a hundred years, the journal of the Irish poet Thomas Moore (1779-1852) was thought to have been destroyed. In 1967 the manuscript was found in the archives of the Longman Publishing House in London. This edition, to be published in six volumes, reveals the essential Moore and introduces the reader to the daily, personal record of Moore's life from 1818 to 1847. The journal begins as an accurate rendering of the author's daily life and ends as a tragic reflection of a failing memory and a deteriorating mind. |
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Notes to 1818 Entries | 109 |
1819 | 128 |
Notes to 1819 Entries | 273 |
1820 | 299 |
Notes to 1820 Entries | 375 |
Index | 391 |
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The Journal of Thomas Moore, Volum 1 Thomas Moore,Barbara Bartholomew,Joy L. Linsley Utdragsvisning - 1983 |
The Journal of Thomas Moore, Volum 1 Thomas Moore,Barbara Bartholomew,Joy L. Linsley Utdragsvisning - 1983 |
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Side 130 - Remembrance oft shall haunt the shore When Thames in summer wreaths is drest, And oft suspend the dashing oar To bid his gentle spirit rest...
Side 130 - OH, happy shades — to me unblest ! Friendly to peace, but not to me ! How ill the scene that offers rest, And heart, that cannot rest, agree ! This glassy stream, that spreading pine, Those alders quivering to the breeze, Might soothe a soul less hurt than mine, And please, if any thing could please. But fix'd unalterable care Foregoes not what she feels within, Shows the same sadness every where, And slights the season and the scene.
Side 197 - The dead are like the stars by day ; Withdrawn from mortal eye, But, not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky : Spirits from bondage thus set free Vanish amidst immensity, Where human thought, like human sight, Fails to pursue their trackless flight.
Side 145 - Whether it be the horizontal position (which Richerand, the French physiologist, says is most favourable to thought), or more probably the removal of all those external objects that divert the attention, it is certain that the effect is always the same ; and if I did not find that it relaxed me exceedingly, I should pass half my days in bed for the purpose of composition.
Side 355 - Spoke of the Scottish Novels. Is sure they are Scott's. The only doubt he ever had on the question did not arise from thinking them too good to be Scott's, but, on the contrary, from the infinite number of clumsy things in them ; commonplace contrivances, worthy only of the Minerva press, and such bad vulgar English as no gentleman of education ought to have written. When I mentioned the abundance of them, as being rather too great for one man to produce, he said, that great fertility was the characteristic...
Side 112 - Stranger, to whom this monument is shown, Invoke the poet's curse upon Malone ; Whose meddling zeal his barbarous taste betrays, And daubs his tombstone, as he mars his plays.
Side 352 - We dined alone with our little ones, for the first time, since the first of July, which was a very great treat to both of us ; and Bessy said, in going to bed, " This is the first rational day we have had for a long time.
Side 217 - On our return saw Mont Blanc, with its attendant mountains in the fullest glory, the rosy light shed on them by the setting sun, and their peaks rising so brightly behind the dark rocks in front, as if they belonged to some better world, or as if Astraea was just then leaving the glory of her last footsteps on their summits ; nothing was ever so grand and beautiful.
Side 134 - I weigh the man, not his title ; 'tis not the king's stamp can make the metal better or heavier.
Side 60 - Sheridan refused, because, as ho told Lord Holland, "he had no idea of risking the high independence of character which he had always sustained, by putting it in the power of any man, by any possibility whatever, to dictate to him.