English Literature of Nineteenth Century: On the Plan of the Author's "Compendium of English Literature" and Supplementary to It. Designed for Colleges and Advanced ClassesBancroft, 1869 - 798 من الصفحات |
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... Labor ............ 185 ..... 185 ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD .. 129 Raleigh's Interview with Elizabeth 188 The Young Fisherman's Funeral ........... 190 On Education ............ 130 Against Inconsistency in Expectations .. 133 Ye are the ...
... Labor ............ 185 ..... 185 ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD .. 129 Raleigh's Interview with Elizabeth 188 The Young Fisherman's Funeral ........... 190 On Education ............ 130 Against Inconsistency in Expectations .. 133 Ye are the ...
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... Labor . ... 660 Goodness . 618 Founders of Families ..... 619 ALARIC ALEXANDER WATTS . 662 Death of the First - Born . 662 NICHOLAS WISEMAN . 619 To a Child Blowing Bubbles 663 Different Languages as fit for Different My Own Fireside ...
... Labor . ... 660 Goodness . 618 Founders of Families ..... 619 ALARIC ALEXANDER WATTS . 662 Death of the First - Born . 662 NICHOLAS WISEMAN . 619 To a Child Blowing Bubbles 663 Different Languages as fit for Different My Own Fireside ...
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... Labor ......... 699 The Sky ..... .......... 737 Rich and Poor ........... ................ 700 The Term " Gentleman " 738 The Brook - Side .... 700 The Worth of Hours .... 701 AUSTIN HENRY LAYARD ......... 739 The Great Lions ...
... Labor ......... 699 The Sky ..... .......... 737 Rich and Poor ........... ................ 700 The Term " Gentleman " 738 The Brook - Side .... 700 The Worth of Hours .... 701 AUSTIN HENRY LAYARD ......... 739 The Great Lions ...
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... labor sent , Whipt like the dull , unfeeling ox . Inspir'd by thee , deaf to fond Nature's cries , Stern Brutus , when Rome's genius loudly spoke , Gave her the matchless filial sacrifice , Nor turn'd , nor trembled at the deathful ...
... labor sent , Whipt like the dull , unfeeling ox . Inspir'd by thee , deaf to fond Nature's cries , Stern Brutus , when Rome's genius loudly spoke , Gave her the matchless filial sacrifice , Nor turn'd , nor trembled at the deathful ...
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... labor to which it must sub- mit in the acquisition of necessary erudition or the investigation of abstract truth . The cultivation of taste is further recommended by the happy effects which it naturally tends to produce on human life ...
... labor to which it must sub- mit in the acquisition of necessary erudition or the investigation of abstract truth . The cultivation of taste is further recommended by the happy effects which it naturally tends to produce on human life ...
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الصفحة 99 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
الصفحة 143 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
الصفحة 123 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown. For the Angel of Death...
الصفحة 430 - 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! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
الصفحة 541 - Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still ; and said, " I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.
الصفحة 127 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
الصفحة 124 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
الصفحة 82 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
الصفحة 220 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
الصفحة 430 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.