Chambers's Cyclopædia 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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... land , ' says Shelley , has arisen , as it were , from a new birth . In spite of the low - thoughted envy which would undervalue contemporary merit , our own will be a memorable age in intellectual achievements , and we live among such ...
... land , ' says Shelley , has arisen , as it were , from a new birth . In spite of the low - thoughted envy which would undervalue contemporary merit , our own will be a memorable age in intellectual achievements , and we live among such ...
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... land is heard ; Nor grateful eglantine regales the smell Of those that walk at evening where ye dwell ; But Winter ... lands a prey ; Proclaims the soil a conquest he has won , And scorns to share it with the distant sun . Yet Truth is ...
... land is heard ; Nor grateful eglantine regales the smell Of those that walk at evening where ye dwell ; But Winter ... lands a prey ; Proclaims the soil a conquest he has won , And scorns to share it with the distant sun . Yet Truth is ...
Pàgina 26
... land ; Who sometimes swills his beer and grinds his meat In a snug corner , christened Chiswell Street ; But oftener , charmed with fashionable air , Amidst the gaudy great of Portman Square . Lord Aylesbury , and Denbigh's lord also ...
... land ; Who sometimes swills his beer and grinds his meat In a snug corner , christened Chiswell Street ; But oftener , charmed with fashionable air , Amidst the gaudy great of Portman Square . Lord Aylesbury , and Denbigh's lord also ...
Pàgina 33
... land where my father is gone , His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son ; Death comes , like a friend , to relieve me from pain ; And thy son , O Alknomook ! has scorned to complain . The Lot of Thousands . - From the same . When ...
... land where my father is gone , His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son ; Death comes , like a friend , to relieve me from pain ; And thy son , O Alknomook ! has scorned to complain . The Lot of Thousands . - From the same . When ...
Pàgina 36
... land . Here Vanity slinks back , her head to hide ; What is there here to flatter human pride ? The towering fabric , or the dome's loud roar , And steadfast columns may astonish more , Where the charmed gazer long delighted stays , Yet ...
... land . Here Vanity slinks back , her head to hide ; What is there here to flatter human pride ? The towering fabric , or the dome's loud roar , And steadfast columns may astonish more , Where the charmed gazer long delighted stays , Yet ...
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Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.