Early Reviews of English Poets, Ed. with an Introduction by John Louis Haney ...John Louis Haney Egerton Press, 1904 - 227 стор. |
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... Hope . Its first editor was John Douglass Cook , who had indexed the early volumes of the Quarterly for Murray and had gained his jour- nalistic experience with the Times and the Morning Chronicle . Though possessed of no great personal ...
... Hope . Its first editor was John Douglass Cook , who had indexed the early volumes of the Quarterly for Murray and had gained his jour- nalistic experience with the Times and the Morning Chronicle . Though possessed of no great personal ...
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... Hope , we meet with the following lines [ Quotes some fifty lines from Hope beginning , Build by whatever plan caprice decrees , With what materials , on what ground you please , etc. ] All this is very true ; but there needs no ghost ...
... Hope , we meet with the following lines [ Quotes some fifty lines from Hope beginning , Build by whatever plan caprice decrees , With what materials , on what ground you please , etc. ] All this is very true ; but there needs no ghost ...
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... hope , that his distinguished genius may yet be exerted in such a manner as to afford more general de- light . In the meantime , we must admire the generous enthusiasm of his untutored muse ; and bestow the tribute of just applause on ...
... hope , that his distinguished genius may yet be exerted in such a manner as to afford more general de- light . In the meantime , we must admire the generous enthusiasm of his untutored muse ; and bestow the tribute of just applause on ...
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... hope for the future : but , if he can divest himself of all partiality , and will critically question every line that he has written , he will find many which , he must allow , call loudly for amend- ment . - The Monthly Review ...
... hope for the future : but , if he can divest himself of all partiality , and will critically question every line that he has written , he will find many which , he must allow , call loudly for amend- ment . - The Monthly Review ...
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... hope , not only that the system itself will meet with no more encourage- ment , but even that the author will be persuaded to aban- don a plan of writing , which defrauds his industry and talents of their natural reward . Putting ...
... hope , not only that the system itself will meet with no more encourage- ment , but even that the author will be persuaded to aban- don a plan of writing , which defrauds his industry and talents of their natural reward . Putting ...
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Сторінка 39 - MY heart leaps up when I behold A Rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a Man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die ! The Child is Father of the Man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety, TO A BUTTERFLY.
Сторінка 22 - The Moon was at its edge. The thick, black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side; Like waters shot from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide. The loud wind never reached the ship, Yet now the ship moved on! Beneath the lightning and the Moon The dead men gave a groan.
Сторінка 207 - Poems, by ST Coleridge. Second edition — to which are now added Poems by Charles Lamb and Charles Lloyd.
Сторінка 6 - Let school-taught pride dissemble all it can, These little things are great to little man ; And wiser he whose sympathetic mind Exults in all the good of all mankind.
Сторінка 52 - And thus the lofty lady spake 'All they who live in the upper sky, Do love you, holy Christabel! And you love them, and for their sake And for the good which me befel, Even I in my degree will try, Fair maiden, to requite you well. But now unrobe yourself; for I Must pray, ere yet in bed I lie.
Сторінка 138 - Made for our searching : yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in...
Сторінка 43 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...
Сторінка 43 - I hear! —But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Сторінка 58 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Сторінка 37 - While he was talking thus, the lonely place, The Old Man's shape, and speech, all troubled me : In my mind's eye I seemed to see him pace About the weary moors continually, Wandering about alone and silently. While I these thoughts within myself pursued...