Chambers's Cyclopędia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British Authors, with Specimens of Their Writings, Volum 2Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers W. & R. Chambers, 1876 |
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Pągina 9
... close - packed load behind , Yet careless what he brings , his one concern Is to conduct it to the destined inn , And , having dropped the expected bag , pass on . He whistles as he goes , light - hearted wretch ! Cold and yet cheerful ...
... close - packed load behind , Yet careless what he brings , his one concern Is to conduct it to the destined inn , And , having dropped the expected bag , pass on . He whistles as he goes , light - hearted wretch ! Cold and yet cheerful ...
Pągina 10
... close the shutters fast , Let fall the curtains , wheel the sofa round , And while the bubbling and loud - hissing urn Throws up a steamy column , and the cups , That cheer but not inebriate , wait on each , So let us welcome peaceful ...
... close the shutters fast , Let fall the curtains , wheel the sofa round , And while the bubbling and loud - hissing urn Throws up a steamy column , and the cups , That cheer but not inebriate , wait on each , So let us welcome peaceful ...
Pągina 11
... close - pent man regrets The country , with what ardour he contrives A peep at nature , when he can no more . English Liberty . - From the same . We love The king who loves the law , respects his bounds , And reigns content within them ...
... close - pent man regrets The country , with what ardour he contrives A peep at nature , when he can no more . English Liberty . - From the same . We love The king who loves the law , respects his bounds , And reigns content within them ...
Pągina 22
... close to mine thy cheek was laid- Thine eyes had opened all thy heart . Then , then I marked the chastened joy That lightly o'er thy features stole , From vows repaid - my sweet employ- From truth , from innocence of soul : While every ...
... close to mine thy cheek was laid- Thine eyes had opened all thy heart . Then , then I marked the chastened joy That lightly o'er thy features stole , From vows repaid - my sweet employ- From truth , from innocence of soul : While every ...
Pągina 23
... close of the following year that the Anti - Jacobin was com- menced , Gifford being editor . The contributions of Mr Canning consist of parodies on Southey and Darwin , the greater part of The Rovers - a burlesque on the sentimental ...
... close of the following year that the Anti - Jacobin was com- menced , Gifford being editor . The contributions of Mr Canning consist of parodies on Southey and Darwin , the greater part of The Rovers - a burlesque on the sentimental ...
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Pągina 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...
Pągina 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.
Pągina 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.
Pągina 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.
Pągina 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...
Pągina 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.
Pągina 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.
Pągina 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.
Pągina 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.
Pągina 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.