Homes and Haunts of the Most Eminent British Poets, المجلد 1Harper & brothers, 1856 |
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... never repented of his reflections on the clergy of his times , but upbraided himself bitterly with the licen- tious portions of his writings , often crying out at the ap- proach of death , " Woe , woe is me , that I can not recall and ...
... never repented of his reflections on the clergy of his times , but upbraided himself bitterly with the licen- tious portions of his writings , often crying out at the ap- proach of death , " Woe , woe is me , that I can not recall and ...
الصفحة 13
... never die ; they can never grow old ; and amid them the poet , Englishman every inch , lives , and laughs , and quaffs his cup of wine , and tells his story , and chuckles over his jokes , or listens to the narratives of all those ...
... never die ; they can never grow old ; and amid them the poet , Englishman every inch , lives , and laughs , and quaffs his cup of wine , and tells his story , and chuckles over his jokes , or listens to the narratives of all those ...
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... never heard any more of it . Of the man's merits or demerits I know nothing : I only know that in the place . of Shakspeare's birth , and where the town is full of the ' signs ' of his glory ; and where Garrick made that pomp- ous ...
... never heard any more of it . Of the man's merits or demerits I know nothing : I only know that in the place . of Shakspeare's birth , and where the town is full of the ' signs ' of his glory ; and where Garrick made that pomp- ous ...
الصفحة 58
... never have been fought ! What ! shall such men , and shall troops of lawyers , who have truckled to the government of the day , and become the tools of despot- ism in a country dreaming that it is free - shall men who have merely piled ...
... never have been fought ! What ! shall such men , and shall troops of lawyers , who have truckled to the government of the day , and become the tools of despot- ism in a country dreaming that it is free - shall men who have merely piled ...
الصفحة 59
... never occur to the votaries of Shakspeare , that these are the only sentient , conscious , and rational things connected with his memory which can feel a living sense of the honor con- ferred on him , and possess a grateful knowledge ...
... never occur to the votaries of Shakspeare , that these are the only sentient , conscious , and rational things connected with his memory which can feel a living sense of the honor con- ferred on him , and possess a grateful knowledge ...
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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.