Cyclopaedia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British Authors from the Earliest to the Present Times, Том 2Chambers, 1844 |
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... grace , And gives a sure hope at the end of his days , Of rising in brighter array . EDWARD YOUNG . EDWARD YOUNG , author of the Night Thoughts , was born in 1681 at Upham , in Hampshire , where his father ( afterwards dean of Salisbury ) ...
... grace , And gives a sure hope at the end of his days , Of rising in brighter array . EDWARD YOUNG . EDWARD YOUNG , author of the Night Thoughts , was born in 1681 at Upham , in Hampshire , where his father ( afterwards dean of Salisbury ) ...
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... grace , and variety ; yet only rising in one or two instances to the higher flights of Thomson . In 1843 , a Poem to the Memory of Mr Congreve , Inscribed to her Grace Henrietta , Duchess of Marl- borough , was reprinted for the Percy ...
... grace , and variety ; yet only rising in one or two instances to the higher flights of Thomson . In 1843 , a Poem to the Memory of Mr Congreve , Inscribed to her Grace Henrietta , Duchess of Marl- borough , was reprinted for the Percy ...
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... grace Sat fair - proportioned on her polished limbs , Veiled in a simple robe , their best attire , Beyond the pomp of dress ; for loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament , But is , when unadorned , adorned the most ...
... grace Sat fair - proportioned on her polished limbs , Veiled in a simple robe , their best attire , Beyond the pomp of dress ; for loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament , But is , when unadorned , adorned the most ...
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... grace . This done , right fain Sir porter sat him down , and turned to sleep again . * Strait of these endless numbers , swarming round , As thick as idle motes in sunny ray , Not one eftsoons in view was to be found , But every man ...
... grace . This done , right fain Sir porter sat him down , and turned to sleep again . * Strait of these endless numbers , swarming round , As thick as idle motes in sunny ray , Not one eftsoons in view was to be found , But every man ...
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... grace ; O'er which were shadowy cast Elysian gleams , That played in waving lights , from place to place , And shed a roseate smile on nature's face . Not Titian's pencil e'er could so array , So fierce with clouds , the pure ethereal ...
... grace ; O'er which were shadowy cast Elysian gleams , That played in waving lights , from place to place , And shed a roseate smile on nature's face . Not Titian's pencil e'er could so array , So fierce with clouds , the pure ethereal ...
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Cyclopaedia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ..., Том 2 Robert Chambers Повний перегляд - 1856 |
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Сторінка 376 - drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corpse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dinily burning.
Сторінка 54 - d to the prattle of the purling rille, Were heard the lowing herds along the vale, And flocks loud bleating from the distant hills, And vacant shepherds piping in the dale : And now and then sweet Philomel would wail, Or stock-doves 'plain amid the forest deep, That drowsy rustled to the sighing
Сторінка 54 - to stray ; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way. Yet even these bones from insult to protect, Some frail memorial still erected nigh, With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture decked, Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. Their name, their years, spelt by the unlettered
Сторінка 346 - . The volume closed, the customary rites Of the last meal commence. A Roman meal ; Such as the mistress of the world once found Delicious, when her patriots of high note, And
Сторінка 324 - words are these:—'I don't know what I may seem to the world ; but as 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
Сторінка 60 - of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their wo; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was hi
Сторінка 372 - him soft names in many a mused rhyme, Darkling I listen ; and for many a time To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an
Сторінка 377 - thyself; and take a couple of bottles with my service, and tell him he is heartily welcome to them, and to a dozen more if they will do him good. My uncle