Homes and Haunts of the Most Eminent British Poets, Том 1R. Bentley, 1847 |
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... amongst them . As if he would indemnify himself for the degree of exemption from his influence in their works , he lays waste their homes and annihilates the traces of their haunts with an active and a relentless hand . If this is ...
... amongst them . As if he would indemnify himself for the degree of exemption from his influence in their works , he lays waste their homes and annihilates the traces of their haunts with an active and a relentless hand . If this is ...
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... amongst them , and send them down to us , and to all posterity , ten thousand times more faithfully preserved than by all the arts of Egypt and the East . Quaint as they are , they are the very quintessence of human nature . They live ...
... amongst them , and send them down to us , and to all posterity , ten thousand times more faithfully preserved than by all the arts of Egypt and the East . Quaint as they are , they are the very quintessence of human nature . They live ...
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... amongst the rocks with which its channel is encumbered ; and , like many mountain rivulets , is dry during the summer heats . When we saw it , in the course of the present year , its bed was a mass of dusty sand . " The Mulla rises on ...
... amongst the rocks with which its channel is encumbered ; and , like many mountain rivulets , is dry during the summer heats . When we saw it , in the course of the present year , its bed was a mass of dusty sand . " The Mulla rises on ...
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... greyhounds ever seen , one of them as white as snow , and three or four terriers ; and the dogs were soon in full chase of rabbits , up amongst the rocks and trees . We were soon below the house , and at the foot of the SPENSER . 27.
... greyhounds ever seen , one of them as white as snow , and three or four terriers ; and the dogs were soon in full chase of rabbits , up amongst the rocks and trees . We were soon below the house , and at the foot of the SPENSER . 27.
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... and a sweet change from moorland wildness , to a sort of Italian richness and softness of scenery . The way was still enchanting . Now down into the valley of the Blackwater , amongst mills and rocks , and resounding 28 SPENSER .
... and a sweet change from moorland wildness , to a sort of Italian richness and softness of scenery . The way was still enchanting . Now down into the valley of the Blackwater , amongst mills and rocks , and resounding 28 SPENSER .
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Страница 42 - On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So great an object: can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France? or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt?
Страница 89 - 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 130 Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Страница 71 - Return Alpheus, the dread voice is past, That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks; Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Страница 45 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Страница 282 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Страница 17 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide ; To lose good days that might be better spent ; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow ; To feed on hope ; to pine with fear and sorrow ; To have thy Prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Страница 76 - While the ploughman near at hand Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures...
Страница 430 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Страница 342 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Страница 52 - Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels. For I was an hungered, and ye gave me no meat; I was thirsty, and ye gave me no drink; I was a stranger, and ye took me not in; naked, and ye clothed me not; sick, and in prison, and ye visited me not.