English Literature of the Nineteenth Century ...E.C. & J. Biddle, 1851 - 746 pàgines |
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Pàgina 20
... thee , the pining prisoner mourns , Deprived of food , of mirth , of light ; For thee pale slaves to galleys chain'd , That ply tough oars from morn to night ; Thee the proud Sultan's beauteous train , By eunuchs guarded , weep in vain ...
... thee , the pining prisoner mourns , Deprived of food , of mirth , of light ; For thee pale slaves to galleys chain'd , That ply tough oars from morn to night ; Thee the proud Sultan's beauteous train , By eunuchs guarded , weep in vain ...
Pàgina 27
... thee alone my conscious heart Its tender sorrow dares impart , And ease my lab'ring breast ; To thee I trust the rising sigh , And bid the tear that swells my eye No longer be supprest . With thee among the haunted groves , The lovely ...
... thee alone my conscious heart Its tender sorrow dares impart , And ease my lab'ring breast ; To thee I trust the rising sigh , And bid the tear that swells my eye No longer be supprest . With thee among the haunted groves , The lovely ...
Pàgina 49
... thee let Pageantry and Power abide ; The gentle Muses haunt the sylvan reign , 2.66 The conception of the commencement of the Minstrel is fine , and highly poetical ; and it is beautifully and vigorously executed ; but he already falls ...
... thee let Pageantry and Power abide ; The gentle Muses haunt the sylvan reign , 2.66 The conception of the commencement of the Minstrel is fine , and highly poetical ; and it is beautifully and vigorously executed ; but he already falls ...
Pàgina 53
... thee , renew the sad lay , Mourn , sweetest complainer , man calls thee to mourn ; O soothe him , whose pleasures like thine pass away : Full quickly they pass - but they never return . Now gliding remote on the verge of the sky , 6 ...
... thee , renew the sad lay , Mourn , sweetest complainer , man calls thee to mourn ; O soothe him , whose pleasures like thine pass away : Full quickly they pass - but they never return . Now gliding remote on the verge of the sky , 6 ...
Pàgina 54
... thee to splendor again : But man's faded glory what change shall renew ? Ah fool ! to exult in a glory so vain ! ' Tis night , and the landscape is lovely no more ; I mourn , but ye woodlands I mourn not for you ; For morn is ...
... thee to splendor again : But man's faded glory what change shall renew ? Ah fool ! to exult in a glory so vain ! ' Tis night , and the landscape is lovely no more ; I mourn , but ye woodlands I mourn not for you ; For morn is ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 174 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Pàgina 201 - BRIGHTEST and best of the Sons of the morning ! Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid ! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our Infant Redeemer is laid!
Pàgina 467 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Pàgina 468 - O men with Sisters dear ! O men with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch - stitch - stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt.
Pàgina 468 - Work, work, work! From weary chime to chime ; Work, work, work, As prisoners work for crime : Band and gusset and seam, Seam and gusset and band, Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumbed, As well as the weary hand.
Pàgina 329 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon?
Pàgina 437 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Pàgina 176 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Pàgina 365 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Pàgina 468 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures