Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British and American Authors, with Specimens of Their Writings, Томи 5 – 6Robert Chambers American Book Exchange, 1880 |
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... soon as he had completed his labours for the publication of his second volume , Cowper entered upon an under- taking of a still more arduous nature - a translation of Homer . He had gone through the great Grecian at Westminster School ...
... soon as he had completed his labours for the publication of his second volume , Cowper entered upon an under- taking of a still more arduous nature - a translation of Homer . He had gone through the great Grecian at Westminster School ...
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... soon twists him down , And wins them but to lose them in his turn . Here rills of oily eloquence , in soft Meanders , lubricate the course they take ; The modest speaker is ashamed and grieved To engross a moment's notice , and yet begs ...
... soon twists him down , And wins them but to lose them in his turn . Here rills of oily eloquence , in soft Meanders , lubricate the course they take ; The modest speaker is ashamed and grieved To engross a moment's notice , and yet begs ...
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... soon came down again ; For saddle - tree scarce reached had he . His journey to begin , When , turning round his head , he saw Three customers come in . So down he came ; for loss of time , Although it grieved him sore , Yet loss of ...
... soon came down again ; For saddle - tree scarce reached had he . His journey to begin , When , turning round his head , he saw Three customers come in . So down he came ; for loss of time , Although it grieved him sore , Yet loss of ...
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... soon be here-- They are upon the road . ' The calender , right glad to find His friend in merry pin . * Returned him not a single word , But to the house went in ; And thus unto the youth she said , That drove them to the Bell : This ...
... soon be here-- They are upon the road . ' The calender , right glad to find His friend in merry pin . * Returned him not a single word , But to the house went in ; And thus unto the youth she said , That drove them to the Bell : This ...
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... soon awake . " ' She'll wake no more ! ' the hapless mourner cried , Upturned his eyes , and clasped his hands and sighed ; Stretched on the ground , a while entranced he lay , And pressed warm kisses on the lifeless clay ; And then ...
... soon awake . " ' She'll wake no more ! ' the hapless mourner cried , Upturned his eyes , and clasped his hands and sighed ; Stretched on the ground , a while entranced he lay , And pressed warm kisses on the lifeless clay ; And then ...
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Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature: A ..., Томи 5 – 6 Robert Chambers Повний перегляд - 1880 |
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bawbee beauty beneath blank verse breath breeze bright Burns Byron Charles Lamb charm clouds Cockpen Coleridge dark dear death deep delight dream earth English ENGLISH LITERATURE eyes fair fancy father fear feel flowers frae friends gaze Gelert genius grace grave green hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hill honour hope Horace Smith hour Kilmeny lady light literary living lonely look Lord Lord Byron MATTHEW GREGORY LEWIS mind moon Moore morning mountain native nature never night o'er passion pleasure poem poet poetical poetry pride published round says scene Scotland Scott seemed shade shew sigh silent Sir Walter Scott sleep smile song soul Southey spirit stars stream sweet tale taste tears tender thee thine thou thought Twas Vathek verse voice volume wandering wave wild wind Wordsworth young youth
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Сторінка 275 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Сторінка 5 - Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No: — Men, high-minded men, With powers as far above dull brutes endued, In forest, brake, or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude; Men, who their duties know, But know their rights, and knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain. These constitute a state; And sovereign Law, that state's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill...
Сторінка 17 - All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes ; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age...
Сторінка 295 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse 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 dimly burning.
Сторінка 259 - He heard it, but he heeded not : his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He recked not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday, — All this rushed with his blood.
Сторінка 378 - So the Lord scattered them abroad from thence upon the face of all the earth : and they left off to build the city.
Сторінка 137 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother: And in the churchyard cottage I Dwell near them with my mother.
Сторінка 283 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright.
Сторінка 290 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown...
Сторінка 290 - Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, 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 ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.