A Hand-book of English Literature: Intended for the Use of High Schools, as Well as a Companion and Guide for Private Students, and for General ReadersLee & Shepard, 1875 - 608 стор. |
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... of the worldly Dr. Young . Bishop Berkeley holds his place in the history of philosophy by his theory of the non - existence of matter ; but he is better known to us by his labors in Rhode Island , and HISTORICAL INTRODUCTION . xxvii.
... of the worldly Dr. Young . Bishop Berkeley holds his place in the history of philosophy by his theory of the non - existence of matter ; but he is better known to us by his labors in Rhode Island , and HISTORICAL INTRODUCTION . xxvii.
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... Young .. Dr. George Berkeley , Bp . Eustace Budgell .. Allan Ramsay . Thomas Tickell . • Poet .. Poet .. Metaphysician . Essayist . Poet .. Essayist . IV . FROM POPE TO WORDSWORTH . This period is in many respects one of the most ...
... Young .. Dr. George Berkeley , Bp . Eustace Budgell .. Allan Ramsay . Thomas Tickell . • Poet .. Poet .. Metaphysician . Essayist . Poet .. Essayist . IV . FROM POPE TO WORDSWORTH . This period is in many respects one of the most ...
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... young , Speaking by tears before ye have a tongue . Speak , whimpering younglings , and make known The reason why Ye droop and weep ; Is it for want of sleep , Or childish lullaby ? Or that ye have not seen as yet The violet ROBERT ...
... young , Speaking by tears before ye have a tongue . Speak , whimpering younglings , and make known The reason why Ye droop and weep ; Is it for want of sleep , Or childish lullaby ? Or that ye have not seen as yet The violet ROBERT ...
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... young , And shuns to have her graces spied , That , hadst thou sprung In deserts , where no men abide , Thou must have uncommended died . Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth , Suffer herself to be ...
... young , And shuns to have her graces spied , That , hadst thou sprung In deserts , where no men abide , Thou must have uncommended died . Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth , Suffer herself to be ...
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... young Adonis oft reposes , Waxing well of his deep wound In slumber soft , and on the ground Sadly sits the Assyrian queen : But far above in spangled sheen Celestial Cupid , her famed son , advanced , Holds his dear Pysche sweet ...
... young Adonis oft reposes , Waxing well of his deep wound In slumber soft , and on the ground Sadly sits the Assyrian queen : But far above in spangled sheen Celestial Cupid , her famed son , advanced , Holds his dear Pysche sweet ...
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Aurelian beauty beneath Bob Cratchit born breath bright church clouds Clusium Cratchit cried dark dear death deep delight door doth Duke Duke of Bedford earth English eyes fair father fear feel Fezziwig flowers glory grace green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven honor hope Ivanhoe Jeanie John king King Arthur lady Lars Porsena learned light live look Lord Lycidas mind morning nature never night noble o'er Odenathus once passed passion pleasure poems Poet Queen quoth rise rose round Scrooge seemed side sing Sir Bedivere smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stood sweet tears tell thee things thought Tiny Tim truth turn Twas uncle Toby unto verse voice walk wild WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER wind words young youth Zenobia
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Сторінка 493 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Сторінка 275 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will:...
Сторінка 274 - And the round ocean and the living air And the blue sky, and in the mind of man — A motion and a spirit, that impels All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods And mountains, and of all that we behold From this green earth, of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create And what perceive...
Сторінка 179 - Their name, their years, spelt by the unlettered Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind? On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their...
Сторінка 490 - If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Сторінка 401 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Сторінка 66 - I know they are as lively, and as vigorously productive, as those fabulous dragons' teeth; and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book: who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book kills reason itself, kills the image of God as it were in the eye.
Сторінка 413 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet do not grieve: She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss; For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Сторінка 397 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Сторінка 412 - Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn ! The very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu ! The fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! Adieu ! Thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music. . . . Do I wake or sleep?