English Literature of Nineteenth Century: On the Plan of the Author's "Compendium of English Literature" and Supplementary to It. Designed for Colleges and Advanced ClassesBancroft, 1869 - 798 էջ |
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... Fame ...... 410 Work our Duty 460 Landscape Beauty 412 Kindliness .... 461 Shakspeare 414 Charles Dickens .. 462 WILLIAM WORDSWORTH .. Tintern Abbey ..... To a Skylark ... Portrait ... 463 422 Forget me not .... 467 424 There's not a ...
... Fame ...... 410 Work our Duty 460 Landscape Beauty 412 Kindliness .... 461 Shakspeare 414 Charles Dickens .. 462 WILLIAM WORDSWORTH .. Tintern Abbey ..... To a Skylark ... Portrait ... 463 422 Forget me not .... 467 424 There's not a ...
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... fame , Dared stab the tyrant , though he loved the friend . How burnt the Spartan1 with warm patriot flame , In thy great cause his valorous life to end ! How burst Gustavus from the Swedish mine ! Like light from chaos dark , eternally ...
... fame , Dared stab the tyrant , though he loved the friend . How burnt the Spartan1 with warm patriot flame , In thy great cause his valorous life to end ! How burst Gustavus from the Swedish mine ! Like light from chaos dark , eternally ...
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... fame of Dr. Beattie rests chiefly upon The Minstrel . It is a didactic poem , in the Spenserian stanza , designed " to trace the progress of a poetical genius , born in a rude age , from the first dawning of fancy and reason till that ...
... fame of Dr. Beattie rests chiefly upon The Minstrel . It is a didactic poem , in the Spenserian stanza , designed " to trace the progress of a poetical genius , born in a rude age , from the first dawning of fancy and reason till that ...
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... Fame ; Supremely blest , if to their portion fall Health , competence , and peace . Nor higher aim Had he , whose simple tale these artless lines proclaim . The rolls of fame I will not now explore ; Nor need I here describe , in ...
... Fame ; Supremely blest , if to their portion fall Health , competence , and peace . Nor higher aim Had he , whose simple tale these artless lines proclaim . The rolls of fame I will not now explore ; Nor need I here describe , in ...
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... fame , of pomp and power possess'd , Who ever felt his weight of wo decrease ? Ah ! what avails the lore of Rome and Greece , The lay heaven - prompted , and harmonious string , The dust of Ophir , or the Tyrian fleece , All that art ...
... fame , of pomp and power possess'd , Who ever felt his weight of wo decrease ? Ah ! what avails the lore of Rome and Greece , The lay heaven - prompted , and harmonious string , The dust of Ophir , or the Tyrian fleece , All that art ...
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English Literature of the Nineteenth Century. A New Ed Charles Dexter Cleveland Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1871 |
English Literature of the Nineteenth Century: on the Plan of the Author's ... Charles Dexter Cleveland Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1853 |
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Էջ 99 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Էջ 143 - 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.
Էջ 123 - 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 wither'd and strown. For the Angel of Death...
Էջ 430 - THE world is too much with us: late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Էջ 541 - Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still ; and said, " I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.
Էջ 127 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Էջ 124 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Էջ 82 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Էջ 220 - 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? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Էջ 430 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.