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 - Počet stran: 798 |
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... Father is Coming ....... 670 Morning ...... 626 Evening ... 627 JOHN MOULTRIE . 671 The Dove on the Cross .. 627 My Brother's Grave . 671 The Flowers of the Field ... 628 Here's to Thee , my Scottish Lassie ....... 673 Brotherly Love ...
... Father is Coming ....... 670 Morning ...... 626 Evening ... 627 JOHN MOULTRIE . 671 The Dove on the Cross .. 627 My Brother's Grave . 671 The Flowers of the Field ... 628 Here's to Thee , my Scottish Lassie ....... 673 Brotherly Love ...
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... father's curate in the church of Basingstoke , in Hampshire , till February , 1746. In this year he published a small volume of Odes on Various Subjects , which are characterized by a fine taste and fancy , and much ease of versifi ...
... father's curate in the church of Basingstoke , in Hampshire , till February , 1746. In this year he published a small volume of Odes on Various Subjects , which are characterized by a fine taste and fancy , and much ease of versifi ...
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... Father of Light , ' then I cried , " Thy creature , who fain would not wander from thee ; Lo , humbled in dust , I relinquish my pride : From doubt and from darkness thou only canst free ! " And darkness and doubt are now flying away ...
... Father of Light , ' then I cried , " Thy creature , who fain would not wander from thee ; Lo , humbled in dust , I relinquish my pride : From doubt and from darkness thou only canst free ! " And darkness and doubt are now flying away ...
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... father was about to form a second marriage , the friends of the young poetess made efforts , most foolishly , to " establish her in life , " as it is called , and induced her to accept the hand of a Mr. Smith , the son and partner of a ...
... father was about to form a second marriage , the friends of the young poetess made efforts , most foolishly , to " establish her in life , " as it is called , and induced her to accept the hand of a Mr. Smith , the son and partner of a ...
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... father of tragedy , but this is not to be interpreted as if he was the inventor of it : Shakspeare with equal justice claims the same title , and his originality is qualified with the same exception . The Greek tragedy was not more rude ...
... father of tragedy , but this is not to be interpreted as if he was the inventor of it : Shakspeare with equal justice claims the same title , and his originality is qualified with the same exception . The Greek tragedy was not more rude ...
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English Literature of the Nineteenth Century. A New Ed Charles Dexter Cleveland Úplné zobrazení - 1871 |
English Literature of the Nineteenth Century: On the Plan of the Author's ... Charles Dexter Cleveland Zobrazení fragmentů - 1867 |
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Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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!
Strana 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...
Strana 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!
Strana 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.