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... Beloved Daughter , IN TENDER AND GRATEFUL ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF ALL HER HELPFUL AND INTELLIGENT SYMPATHY WITH MY BEST INTELLECTUAL ENDEAVOR , MARY ISABEL BROOKS , DIED MARCH 4 , 1883 . PREFACE . IN the hope that a work undertaken without.
... Beloved Daughter , IN TENDER AND GRATEFUL ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF ALL HER HELPFUL AND INTELLIGENT SYMPATHY WITH MY BEST INTELLECTUAL ENDEAVOR , MARY ISABEL BROOKS , DIED MARCH 4 , 1883 . PREFACE . IN the hope that a work undertaken without.
الصفحة 33
... died about 680 . Cadmon was , like Burns , a poet of Nature's own mak- ing . The circumstances under which his talents were first developed are thus related : He was , says the historian , so much less instructed than most of his equals ...
... died about 680 . Cadmon was , like Burns , a poet of Nature's own mak- ing . The circumstances under which his talents were first developed are thus related : He was , says the historian , so much less instructed than most of his equals ...
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... died at fifty - three . Many of his trans- lations have come down to us , and he has , it is supposed , executed many that are now lost . It is recorded of King Alfred that he devoted no less than the eighth part of his whole revenue to ...
... died at fifty - three . Many of his trans- lations have come down to us , and he has , it is supposed , executed many that are now lost . It is recorded of King Alfred that he devoted no less than the eighth part of his whole revenue to ...
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... died , after a glorious reign of thirty years . " Alfred the king , " he says , quaintly prefacing his " Metres , " " was translator of this book , and turned it from book - latin into English , as he most clearly and plainly could amid ...
... died , after a glorious reign of thirty years . " Alfred the king , " he says , quaintly prefacing his " Metres , " " was translator of this book , and turned it from book - latin into English , as he most clearly and plainly could amid ...
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... died in London , and was buried in Westminster Abbey , the first of that illustrious file of poets whose ashes consecrate and enrich the sacred edifice . The char- acter of Chaucer , which may be seen in his works , is thus faithfully ...
... died in London , and was buried in Westminster Abbey , the first of that illustrious file of poets whose ashes consecrate and enrich the sacred edifice . The char- acter of Chaucer , which may be seen in his works , is thus faithfully ...
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الصفحة 306 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. "The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
الصفحة 208 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide ; If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
الصفحة 188 - Come, pensive nun, devout and pure, Sober, steadfast, and demure All in a robe of darkest grain, Flowing with majestic train And sable stole of cyprus lawn, Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes...
الصفحة 146 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometime voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me ; that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
الصفحة 359 - The way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have known a better day; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy.
الصفحة 267 - Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language utter'd in a dream ; Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary ! Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary ! For could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet, gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary...
الصفحة 312 - 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!
الصفحة 447 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! 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 134 - Too old, by heaven : let still the woman take An elder than herself : so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart : For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.
الصفحة 202 - Yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say, Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.