Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British and American Authors, with Specimens of Their Writings, المجلدات 5-6Robert Chambers American Book Exchange, 1880 |
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... Grave of Anna .... Greenwich Hill ...... ................ Banquet of an English Squire .. The Soldier's Home .. 44 45 John Leyden ( 1775-1811 ) 67 68 69 70 70 71 71 73 74 75 76 77 77 78 78 80 81 PAGE . Sonnet on Sabbath Morn 84 Ode to an.
... Grave of Anna .... Greenwich Hill ...... ................ Banquet of an English Squire .. The Soldier's Home .. 44 45 John Leyden ( 1775-1811 ) 67 68 69 70 70 71 71 73 74 75 76 77 77 78 78 80 81 PAGE . Sonnet on Sabbath Morn 84 Ode to an.
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... grave study six , Four spend in prayer - the rest on nature fix . Rather : Seven hours to law , to soothing slumber seven , Ten to the world allot , and all to heaven . * An Ode , in Imitation of Alcæus . What constitutes a state ? Not ...
... grave study six , Four spend in prayer - the rest on nature fix . Rather : Seven hours to law , to soothing slumber seven , Ten to the world allot , and all to heaven . * An Ode , in Imitation of Alcæus . What constitutes a state ? Not ...
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... grave . A Persian Song of Hafiz . Sweet maid , if thou wouldst charm my sight , And bid these arms thy neck enfold ; That rosy cheek , that lily hand , Would give thy poet more delight Than all Bokhara's haunted gold , Than all the gems ...
... grave . A Persian Song of Hafiz . Sweet maid , if thou wouldst charm my sight , And bid these arms thy neck enfold ; That rosy cheek , that lily hand , Would give thy poet more delight Than all Bokhara's haunted gold , Than all the gems ...
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... grave poem of blank verse ; but the higher passages are all carefully finished , and rise or fall , according to the nature of the subject , with inimitable grace and melody . In this respect , Cowper , 12 [ TO 1830 . CYCLOPEDIA OF The ...
... grave poem of blank verse ; but the higher passages are all carefully finished , and rise or fall , according to the nature of the subject , with inimitable grace and melody . In this respect , Cowper , 12 [ TO 1830 . CYCLOPEDIA OF The ...
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... Grave of Anna . I wish I was where Anna lies , For I am sick of lingering here : And every hour affection cries , Go and partake her humble bier . I wish I could ! For when she died , I lost my all ; and life has proved Since that sad ...
... Grave of Anna . I wish I was where Anna lies , For I am sick of lingering here : And every hour affection cries , Go and partake her humble bier . I wish I could ! For when she died , I lost my all ; and life has proved Since that sad ...
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الصفحة 140 - tis her privilege. Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy; for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues. Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
الصفحة 324 - Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerily still, and said, "I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.
الصفحة 158 - The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.
الصفحة 290 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seemed a splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
الصفحة 137 - Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
الصفحة 247 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, uncertain, coy, and hard to please, and variable as the shade by the light, quivering aspen made ; when pain and anguish wring the brow, a ministering angel thou...
الصفحة 26 - For saddle-tree scarce reached had he, His journey to begin, When, turning round his head, he saw Three customers come in. So down he came; for loss of time, Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, Would trouble him much more. Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came down stairs, 'The wine is left behind!' 'Good lack,' quoth he — 'yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword, When I do exercise.
الصفحة 138 - To them I may have owed another gift, Of aspect more sublime : that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world. Is lightened; that serene and blessed mood.
الصفحة 297 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
الصفحة 291 - 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.