Homes and Haunts of the Most Eminent British Poets, المجلد 1Harper & brothers, 1856 |
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... garden close to the house , and lying on the verge of the precipice , all glowing with dahlias , still remains a wall of the castle , which was undoubtedly inhabited by Spenser . There is an old oak on the river bank , at some distance ...
... garden close to the house , and lying on the verge of the precipice , all glowing with dahlias , still remains a wall of the castle , which was undoubtedly inhabited by Spenser . There is an old oak on the river bank , at some distance ...
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... gardens , play - houses , and worse places . Paris Garden was one of the most fa- mous resorts of the metropolis . There were the bear - gar- dens , where Elizabeth , her nobles , and ladies used to go and solace themselves with that ...
... gardens , play - houses , and worse places . Paris Garden was one of the most fa- mous resorts of the metropolis . There were the bear - gar- dens , where Elizabeth , her nobles , and ladies used to go and solace themselves with that ...
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... resort to the place of his nativity and death . There still stand the house and the room in which he was born ; there stands the house in which he wooed his Aun Hathaway , and the old garden in which he walked with her 54 SHAKSPEARE .
... resort to the place of his nativity and death . There still stand the house and the room in which he was born ; there stands the house in which he wooed his Aun Hathaway , and the old garden in which he walked with her 54 SHAKSPEARE .
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William Howitt. and the old garden in which he walked with her . There stands his tomb , to which the great , and the wise , and the gifted from all regions of the world have made pilgrimage , followed by millions of those who would be ...
William Howitt. and the old garden in which he walked with her . There stands his tomb , to which the great , and the wise , and the gifted from all regions of the world have made pilgrimage , followed by millions of those who would be ...
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... gardens still remain , and old mulberry and other fruit trees bear testimony to the occupation by wealthy families for ... garden . The country around is very agreeable , and the nearness of St. Ann's Hill , with its heathy sides , and ...
... gardens still remain , and old mulberry and other fruit trees bear testimony to the occupation by wealthy families for ... garden . The country around is very agreeable , and the nearness of St. Ann's Hill , with its heathy sides , and ...
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Addison afterward Allan Cunningham amid ancient Ballater Ballymahon beautiful Bunhill Fields Burns Burns's Byron called castle Chatterton Chaucer church cottage court Cowper daughter death descendants Dryden Earl Edgeworthstown England fame father feeling friends garden genius glorious Goldsmith Gray ground hand haunts heart hills honor Ireland Johnson Kilkenny Lady land literary lived London look Lord Lord Byron marriage meadows miles Milton mind monument mother mountains nature never noble Oliver Goldsmith once park poem poet poet's poetical poetry poor Pope present Queen residence river road Robert Burns says scene seems Shakspeare Shelley side Sir William Sir William Stanhope soul Spenser spirit spot stands Swift Tam O'Shanter Tarbolton terton thing Thomas Chatterton Thomson Tighe tion took tower town trees Twickenham verses village walk wall whole wife William Canynge woods wrote
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الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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!
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 106 - But, oh ! as to embrace me she inclined, I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.