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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... soul Has not a wish uncrowned . E'en the lag flesh Rests , too , in hope of meeting once again Its better half , never to sunder more . Nor shall it hope in vain : the time draws on When not a single spot of burial earth , Whether on ...
... soul Has not a wish uncrowned . E'en the lag flesh Rests , too , in hope of meeting once again Its better half , never to sunder more . Nor shall it hope in vain : the time draws on When not a single spot of burial earth , Whether on ...
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... soul ; My soul , which flies to thee , her trust , her treasure , As misers to their gold , while others rest . Through this opaque of nature and of soul , This double night , transmit one pitying ray , To lighten and to cheer . Oh lead ...
... soul ; My soul , which flies to thee , her trust , her treasure , As misers to their gold , while others rest . Through this opaque of nature and of soul , This double night , transmit one pitying ray , To lighten and to cheer . Oh lead ...
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... soul this powerful hope , This infinite ambition of new life , And endless joys , still rising , ever new . These ... soul Be that base aim ) , but haply to deter , From flattering the gross vulgar , future pens Powerful like thine in ...
... soul this powerful hope , This infinite ambition of new life , And endless joys , still rising , ever new . These ... soul Be that base aim ) , but haply to deter , From flattering the gross vulgar , future pens Powerful like thine in ...
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... soul he sighed : ' What pity ! that so delicate a form , By beauty kindled , where enlivening sense And more than vulgar goodness seem to dwell , Should be devoted to the rude embrace Of some indecent clown ! She looks , methinks , Of ...
... soul he sighed : ' What pity ! that so delicate a form , By beauty kindled , where enlivening sense And more than vulgar goodness seem to dwell , Should be devoted to the rude embrace Of some indecent clown ! She looks , methinks , Of ...
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... soul ! What black despair , what horror , fills his heart ! When for the dusky spot which fancy feigned , His tufted cottage rising through the snow , He meets the roughness of the middle waste , Far from the track and blessed abode of ...
... soul ! What black despair , what horror , fills his heart ! When for the dusky spot which fancy feigned , His tufted cottage rising through the snow , He meets the roughness of the middle waste , Far from the track and blessed abode of ...
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Cyclopaedia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ..., Том 2 Robert Chambers Повний перегляд - 1856 |
Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ..., Том 2 Robert Chambers Повний перегляд - 1867 |
Cyclopaedia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ..., Том 2 Robert Chambers Повний перегляд - 1870 |
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ancient appeared beauty beneath blank verse breast breath bright character charms cheerful clouds Colonsay dark dear death deep delight Dr Johnson earth England fair fame fancy father fear feel flowers genius grace green hand happy hear heard heart heaven hill honour hope Horace Walpole hour human king labour Lady light live look Lord Lord Byron Lord Chatham mind moral morning mountains mournful muse native nature never night o'er Ossian pain passion peace pleasure poem poet poetical poetry praise pride published racter rill Rodmond round scene Scotland seems shade sigh Sir Walter Scott smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stream style sweet taste tears tender thee thou thought tion Tom Jones Twas uncle Toby vale verse virtue voice wave wild wind wonder young youth
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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