A manual of English literature and of the history of the English language [abridged from Sketches of the history of literature and learning in England].Griffin, Bohn, and Company, 1862 - 544 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة xi
... Historical Writers 278 MIDDLE AND LATTER PART OF THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY · Shirley , and end of the Old Drama Giles Fletcher ; Phineas Fletcher 280 280 282 . Other Religious Poets : -Quarles ; Herbert ; Herrick ; Crashaw Cartwright ...
... Historical Writers 278 MIDDLE AND LATTER PART OF THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY · Shirley , and end of the Old Drama Giles Fletcher ; Phineas Fletcher 280 280 282 . Other Religious Poets : -Quarles ; Herbert ; Herrick ; Crashaw Cartwright ...
الصفحة xii
... Historical Writers : -Hume ; Robertson ; Gibbon 398 401 404 408 421 422 426 Political Economy ; Theology ; Criticism and Belles Lettres . THE LATTER PART OF THE EIGHTEENTH CENTURY Cowper Darwin Burns 427 427 437 • 440 PAGE THE ...
... Historical Writers : -Hume ; Robertson ; Gibbon 398 401 404 408 421 422 426 Political Economy ; Theology ; Criticism and Belles Lettres . THE LATTER PART OF THE EIGHTEENTH CENTURY Cowper Darwin Burns 427 427 437 • 440 PAGE THE ...
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... history of the Christian Church . The poet Ausonius , who flourished in the fourth century , makes frequent mention of a contemporary British writer whom he calls Sylvius Bonus , and whose native name is supposed to have been Coil the ...
... history of the Christian Church . The poet Ausonius , who flourished in the fourth century , makes frequent mention of a contemporary British writer whom he calls Sylvius Bonus , and whose native name is supposed to have been Coil the ...
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الصفحة 489 - What thou art we know not: What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
الصفحة 296 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war; Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
الصفحة 316 - The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser, men become As they draw near to their eternal home. Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view That stand upon the threshold of the new.
الصفحة 437 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet floweret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
الصفحة 494 - Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
الصفحة 493 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
الصفحة 518 - Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats, Brown rats, black rats, gray rats, tawny rats, Grave old plodders, gay young friskers, Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins, Cocking tails and pricking whiskers, Families by tens and dozens, Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives — Followed the Piper for their lives.
الصفحة 493 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth ; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
الصفحة 494 - Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
الصفحة 430 - Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet— Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave; nor did there want Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven: The roof was fretted gold.