English Verse, Том 2William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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... hands cultivated the art of writing tragedies , and pro- duced their Catos , Jane Shores , Distrest Mothers , Mariamnes , Sophonisbas , Irenes , and what not besides , they added nothing to the English Drama . The crea- tive energy of ...
... hands cultivated the art of writing tragedies , and pro- duced their Catos , Jane Shores , Distrest Mothers , Mariamnes , Sophonisbas , Irenes , and what not besides , they added nothing to the English Drama . The crea- tive energy of ...
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... hands of a curate who had once been master of a slave - vessel , and who pressed him into religion and the writing of lugubrious hymns . Another attack of lunacy led to another attempt upon his life . He recovered , however , and ...
... hands of a curate who had once been master of a slave - vessel , and who pressed him into religion and the writing of lugubrious hymns . Another attack of lunacy led to another attempt upon his life . He recovered , however , and ...
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... man . If he was statesman , he kept himself in power by obeying the commands of His Majesty if he was churchman , he kissed benefices out of the hands of His Majesty's Mistresses : if he was soldier - but perhaps INTRODUCTION . xiii.
... man . If he was statesman , he kept himself in power by obeying the commands of His Majesty if he was churchman , he kissed benefices out of the hands of His Majesty's Mistresses : if he was soldier - but perhaps INTRODUCTION . xiii.
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... hand of nature , —the creature of impulse , or circumstance , a law unto himself : what interested them , so far as they could be interested , were men in their sophisticated condition , the entangling congeries of artificiality which ...
... hand of nature , —the creature of impulse , or circumstance , a law unto himself : what interested them , so far as they could be interested , were men in their sophisticated condition , the entangling congeries of artificiality which ...
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... hands a thin quarto containing his translation of two of Bürger's ballads , Ellenore , which he Englished into Lenore , and The Wild Hunts- man . That there was poetic vitality in the prosaic eighteenth century was proved by the ...
... hands a thin quarto containing his translation of two of Bürger's ballads , Ellenore , which he Englished into Lenore , and The Wild Hunts- man . That there was poetic vitality in the prosaic eighteenth century was proved by the ...
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Страница 9 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower ; Then Nature said : " A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power, To kindle or restrain.
Страница 169 - HEAR the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Страница 99 - Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd, For ever panting, and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above.
Страница 99 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest ? What little town by river or sea-shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn ? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Страница 173 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil : Still as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new...
Страница 85 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire...
Страница 256 - Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold...
Страница 90 - And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee!
Страница 192 - Never glad confident morning again ! Best fight on well, for we taught him — strike gallantly, Menace our heart ere we master his own; Then let him receive the new knowledge and wait us, Pardoned in heaven, the first by the throne ! 'HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX...
Страница 84 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone!