Chambers's Cyclopaedia of English Literature: A History Critical and Biographical of Authors in the English Tongue from the Earliest Times Till the Present Day, with Specimens of Their Writing, Том 3W. & R. Chambers, 1903 |
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... HOPE HAWKINS LORD ACTON ... 686 RUDYARD KIPLING .. WILLIAM JOHN COURTHOPE 686 STEPHEN PHILLIPS JOHN MORLEY 687 WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS JAMES BRYCE ... 688 SIR GEORGE OTTO TREVELYAN GEORGE MACAULAY TREVELYAN MANDELL CReighton WILLIAM HALE ...
... HOPE HAWKINS LORD ACTON ... 686 RUDYARD KIPLING .. WILLIAM JOHN COURTHOPE 686 STEPHEN PHILLIPS JOHN MORLEY 687 WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS JAMES BRYCE ... 688 SIR GEORGE OTTO TREVELYAN GEORGE MACAULAY TREVELYAN MANDELL CReighton WILLIAM HALE ...
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... Hope , Silence and Foresight ; Death the Skeleton And Time the Shadow ; -there to celebrate , As in a natural temple scattered o'er With altars undisturbed of mossy stone , United worship ; or in mute repose To lie , and listen to the ...
... Hope , Silence and Foresight ; Death the Skeleton And Time the Shadow ; -there to celebrate , As in a natural temple scattered o'er With altars undisturbed of mossy stone , United worship ; or in mute repose To lie , and listen to the ...
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... , the over- powering hope , that seemed to attend the first movement of the Revolution . The two Cambridge men , however , saw one thing to suggest what unexplored caprices might be latent in William Wordsworth II WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.
... , the over- powering hope , that seemed to attend the first movement of the Revolution . The two Cambridge men , however , saw one thing to suggest what unexplored caprices might be latent in William Wordsworth II WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.
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... hope and fear . He had been welcomed by the people of France in their first revolutionary holiday . He listened , not long after , to the chaos of the Palais Orleans : I stared and listened with a stranger's ears To Hawkers and ...
... hope and fear . He had been welcomed by the people of France in their first revolutionary holiday . He listened , not long after , to the chaos of the Palais Orleans : I stared and listened with a stranger's ears To Hawkers and ...
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... hope , Though changed , no doubt , from what I was when first I came among these hills ; when like a roe I bounded o'er the mountains , by the sides Of the deep rivers , and the lonely streams , Wherever nature led more like a man ...
... hope , Though changed , no doubt , from what I was when first I came among these hills ; when like a roe I bounded o'er the mountains , by the sides Of the deep rivers , and the lonely streams , Wherever nature led more like a man ...
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Сторінка 428 - The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Сторінка 25 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Сторінка 105 - 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, and the fruit-tree wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
Сторінка 139 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Сторінка 145 - I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
Сторінка 104 - O for a draught of vintage, that hath been Cool'da long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora...
Сторінка 116 - 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.
Сторінка 67 - My shaping spirit of Imagination. For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to be still and patient, all I can; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature all the natural man — This was my sole resource, my only plan : Till that which suits a part infects the whole, And now is almost grown the habit of my soul.
Сторінка 104 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Сторінка 17 - That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion ; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.