Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British Authors, with Specimens of Their Writings, Volumul 2Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers W. & R. Chambers, 1876 |
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Pagina 20
... took the charge of his present support and future establishment ; and , till this last could be effected to his wish , invited him to come and reside with him . These , ' says the grateful scholar , ' were not words of course they were ...
... took the charge of his present support and future establishment ; and , till this last could be effected to his wish , invited him to come and reside with him . These , ' says the grateful scholar , ' were not words of course they were ...
Pagina 21
... took place on the 31st of December 1826. Gifford claimed for himself A soul That spurned the crowd's malign control- A fixed contempt of wrong . He was high - spirited , courageous , and sincere . In most of his writings , however ...
... took place on the 31st of December 1826. Gifford claimed for himself A soul That spurned the crowd's malign control- A fixed contempt of wrong . He was high - spirited , courageous , and sincere . In most of his writings , however ...
Pagina 22
... took , Thy matchless eloquence of eye ; Thy spirits frolicsome as good , Thy courage by no ills dismayed , Thy patience by no wrongs subdued , Thy gay good - humour , can they fade ? Perhaps but sorrow dims my eye ; Cold turf which I no ...
... took , Thy matchless eloquence of eye ; Thy spirits frolicsome as good , Thy courage by no ills dismayed , Thy patience by no wrongs subdued , Thy gay good - humour , can they fade ? Perhaps but sorrow dims my eye ; Cold turf which I no ...
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... took his degree of B.A. in Trinity College , Cambridge , in 1774. Besides the cadence . ] Barbs ! barbs ! alas ! how swift you flew Her neat post - wagon trotting in ! Ye bore Matilda from my view ; Forlorn I languished at the U ...
... took his degree of B.A. in Trinity College , Cambridge , in 1774. Besides the cadence . ] Barbs ! barbs ! alas ! how swift you flew Her neat post - wagon trotting in ! Ye bore Matilda from my view ; Forlorn I languished at the U ...
Pagina 26
... took the liberty to boil my peas . ' The Apple Dumplings and a King . Once on a time , a monarch , tired with whooping , Whipping and spurring , Happy in worrying A poor defenceless harmless buck- The horse and rider wet as muck- From ...
... took the liberty to boil my peas . ' The Apple Dumplings and a King . Once on a time , a monarch , tired with whooping , Whipping and spurring , Happy in worrying A poor defenceless harmless buck- The horse and rider wet as muck- From ...
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Pagina 64 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Pagina 65 - Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on. — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Pagina 140 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Pagina 134 - Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Pagina 126 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain...
Pagina 139 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Pagina 142 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Pagina 142 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Pagina 142 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Pagina 155 - Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" — The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, " The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so," Replied the angel. — Abou spoke more low, But cheerily still; and said, " I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.