Homes and Haunts of the Most Eminent British Poets, Том 1Harper & brothers, 1856 |
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... kind being spared by the fire , and still fewer by modern changes and improvements . In Canterbury , also , the pilgrim's inn is said to have continued to the present time , no longer , indeed , existing as an inn , but divided into a ...
... kind being spared by the fire , and still fewer by modern changes and improvements . In Canterbury , also , the pilgrim's inn is said to have continued to the present time , no longer , indeed , existing as an inn , but divided into a ...
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... kind . He lived and died there , and was buried just below the castle , which used to be a church - yard . Bones are often dug up , and on the western side of the mound there had been a nunnery . " In fact , they knew nothing accurately ...
... kind . He lived and died there , and was buried just below the castle , which used to be a church - yard . Bones are often dug up , and on the western side of the mound there had been a nunnery . " In fact , they knew nothing accurately ...
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... kind of idea of his enjoy- ment of the place . " To DR . THOMAS SPRAT . 66 ' Chertsey , May 21 , 1665 . " The first night that I came hither I caught so great a cold , with a defluxion of rheum , as made me keep my chamber ten days ...
... kind of idea of his enjoy- ment of the place . " To DR . THOMAS SPRAT . 66 ' Chertsey , May 21 , 1665 . " The first night that I came hither I caught so great a cold , with a defluxion of rheum , as made me keep my chamber ten days ...
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... kind of poet- ical enthusiasm , over this enchanted ground , we returned to the village . " The poet's house was close to the church ; the greatest part of it has been pulled down ; and what remains belongs to an adjacent farm . I am ...
... kind of poet- ical enthusiasm , over this enchanted ground , we returned to the village . " The poet's house was close to the church ; the greatest part of it has been pulled down ; and what remains belongs to an adjacent farm . I am ...
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... kind of security ; and dur- ing these nine years there would be many occasions when Milton might find it agreeable to spend a certain time in the country , and at Forest Hill . It is said that Mr. Pow- ell , Milton's father - in - law ...
... kind of security ; and dur- ing these nine years there would be many occasions when Milton might find it agreeable to spend a certain time in the country , and at Forest Hill . It is said that Mr. Pow- ell , Milton's father - in - law ...
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Addison afterward Allan Cunningham amid ancient Ballater Ballymahon beautiful Bunhill Fields Burns Burns's Byron called castle Chatterton Chaucer church cottage court Cowper daughter death descendants Dryden Earl Edgeworthstown England fame father feeling friends garden genius glorious Goldsmith Gray ground hand haunts heart hills honor Ireland Johnson Kilkenny Lady land literary lived London look Lord Lord Byron marriage meadows miles Milton mind monument mother mountains nature never noble Oliver Goldsmith once park poem poet poet's poetical poetry poor Pope present Queen residence river road Robert Burns says scene seems Shakspeare Shelley side Sir William Sir William Stanhope soul Spenser spirit spot stands Swift Tam O'Shanter Tarbolton terton thing Thomas Chatterton Thomson Tighe tion took tower town trees Twickenham verses village walk wall whole wife William Canynge woods wrote
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Сторінка 330 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Сторінка 102 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
Сторінка 247 - Ah! little think the gay licentious proud, "Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround ; They who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth And wanton, often cruel, riot waste ;— Ah ! little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain...
Сторінка 81 - I know each lane, and every alley green, Dingle, or bushy dell of this wild wood, And every bosky bourn from side to side, My daily walks and ancient neighbourhood...
Сторінка 37 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares, The Poets, who on earth have made us Heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
Сторінка 102 - The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread : Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said : But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Сторінка 523 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Сторінка 106 - But, oh ! as to embrace me she inclined, I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.
Сторінка 480 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Сторінка 318 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love.