Homes and Haunts of the Most Eminent British Poets, Հատոր 1Harper & brothers, 1856 |
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... dying , one of the first acts of the prince , on his accession , was to confirm his fa- ther's grants to him , with an additional one , as we have ob- served . But Chaucer had also his share of life's reverses . In the eleventh year of ...
... dying , one of the first acts of the prince , on his accession , was to confirm his fa- ther's grants to him , with an additional one , as we have ob- served . But Chaucer had also his share of life's reverses . In the eleventh year of ...
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... died October 25th , in the year 1400 , being seventy - two years of age . According to Wood , he never repented of his reflections on the clergy of his times , but upbraided himself bitterly with the licen- tious portions of his ...
... died October 25th , in the year 1400 , being seventy - two years of age . According to Wood , he never repented of his reflections on the clergy of his times , but upbraided himself bitterly with the licen- tious portions of his ...
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... died there , heart - broken , in 1598 . Such is a brief outline of the life of Spenser . Let us now take a nearer view of his Irish home . One of the best accounts of it is contained in the Dublin University Maga- zine of November ...
... died there , heart - broken , in 1598 . Such is a brief outline of the life of Spenser . Let us now take a nearer view of his Irish home . One of the best accounts of it is contained in the Dublin University Maga- zine of November ...
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... some other MSS . lost in that manner . Fleeing to England , distracted at the fate of his child and his property , he died there , heart - broken and in poverty , at an inn or lodging - house in King - street SPENSER . 41.
... some other MSS . lost in that manner . Fleeing to England , distracted at the fate of his child and his property , he died there , heart - broken and in poverty , at an inn or lodging - house in King - street SPENSER . 41.
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... died without issue , and his second son , William , suc- ceeded to Kilcolman . The property of William , being seized on by the Commonwealth party , was ordered to be restored to him by Cromwell , but is supposed to have only been ...
... died without issue , and his second son , William , suc- ceeded to Kilcolman . The property of William , being seized on by the Commonwealth party , was ordered to be restored to him by Cromwell , but is supposed to have only been ...
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Homes and Haunts of the Most Eminent British Poets, Հատոր 1 William Howitt Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1847 |
Homes and Haunts of the Most Eminent British Poets, Հատոր 1 William Howitt Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1847 |
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Էջ 330 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Էջ 102 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
Էջ 247 - Ah! little think the gay licentious proud, "Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround ; They who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth And wanton, often cruel, riot waste ;— Ah ! little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain...
Էջ 81 - I know each lane, and every alley green, Dingle, or bushy dell of this wild wood, And every bosky bourn from side to side, My daily walks and ancient neighbourhood...
Էջ 37 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares, The Poets, who on earth have made us Heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
Էջ 102 - The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread : Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said : But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Էջ 523 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Էջ 106 - But, oh ! as to embrace me she inclined, I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.
Էջ 480 - 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...
Էջ 318 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love.