English Lands, Letters and Kings ...C. Scribner's Sons, 1897 |
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Pàgina v
... delightful country of hills and waters , which is known as the Lake District of England ; -where we found Wordsworth , stalking over the fells— and where we now find the maker of those heavy poems of Thalaba and Madoc , and of the charming.
... delightful country of hills and waters , which is known as the Lake District of England ; -where we found Wordsworth , stalking over the fells— and where we now find the maker of those heavy poems of Thalaba and Madoc , and of the charming.
Pàgina 1
... England . There , we found Coleridge , before he was yet besotted by his opium - hunger ; there , too , we had Church - in- terview with the stately , silver - haired poet of Rydal Mount — making ready for his last Excur- sion into the ...
... England . There , we found Coleridge , before he was yet besotted by his opium - hunger ; there , too , we had Church - in- terview with the stately , silver - haired poet of Rydal Mount — making ready for his last Excur- sion into the ...
Pàgina 5
... England that we might find the poet Dr. Southey * in his old * Robert Southey , b . 1774 ; d . 1843. Joan of Arc ( pub . ) 1796 ; Thalaba , 1801 ; A Vision of Judgment , 1821 ; Life of Nelson , 1813 ; The Doctor , 1834-47 . Life and ...
... England that we might find the poet Dr. Southey * in his old * Robert Southey , b . 1774 ; d . 1843. Joan of Arc ( pub . ) 1796 ; Thalaba , 1801 ; A Vision of Judgment , 1821 ; Life of Nelson , 1813 ; The Doctor , 1834-47 . Life and ...
Pàgina 39
... England - more particularly that portion of it which lies between the old homes of Wordsworth and of Southey ; we found it a thirteen - mile stretch of road , coiling along narrow meadows and over gray heights- beside mountains and ...
... England - more particularly that portion of it which lies between the old homes of Wordsworth and of Southey ; we found it a thirteen - mile stretch of road , coiling along narrow meadows and over gray heights- beside mountains and ...
Pàgina 44
... England farmer's wife after her poultry ; but with him poetry and poultry go together . There are old diaries of his -into which his daughter gives us a peep- that show such entries as this : " The small Paisley hen set herself 6th of ...
... England farmer's wife after her poultry ; but with him poetry and poultry go together . There are old diaries of his -into which his daughter gives us a peep- that show such entries as this : " The small Paisley hen set herself 6th of ...
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English Lands, Letters and Kings: The later Georges to Victoria Donald Grant Mitchell Visualització completa - 1906 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 63 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods And mountains, and of all that we behold From this green earth...
Pàgina 230 - Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth...
Pàgina 63 - Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild: these pastoral farms, Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees...
Pàgina 196 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his...
Pàgina 9 - They say it was a shocking sight after the field was won; for many thousand bodies here lay rotting in the sun; but things like that, you know, must be after a famous victory. Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, and our good Prince Eugene. "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" said little Wilhelmine. "Nay... nay... my little girl," quoth he, "it was a famous victory.
Pàgina 232 - Yet wherefore? Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep Like his, a mute and uncomplaining sleep; For he is gone, where all things wise and fair Descend; — oh, dream not that the amorous Deep Will yet restore him to the vital air; Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair.
Pàgina 101 - Parting-ton's spirit was up ; but I need not tell you that the contest was unequal. The Atlantic Ocean beat Mrs. Partington. She was excellent at a slop, or a puddle, but she should not have meddled with a tempest. Gentlemen, be at your ease — be quiet and steady. You will beat Mrs. Partington.
Pàgina 268 - Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in mind ; Thrice thirty thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind. " Down with him ! " cried false Sextus, With a smile on his pale face. "Now yield thee," cried Lars Porsena,
Pàgina 173 - O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Pàgina 212 - I do not believe it beguiling, Because it reminds me of thine; And when winds are at war with the ocean, As the breasts I believed in with me, If their billows excite an emotion It is that they bear me from thee.