Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British Authors, from the Earliest to the Present Times, Том 2Robert Chambers W. and R. Chambers, 1844 - 4 страница |
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... pleasure - grounds . He had apartments assigned to him , of which he enjoyed the use as freely as if he had been the master of the house . Dr Gibbons says , ' Here , without any care of his own , he had everything which could contri ...
... pleasure - grounds . He had apartments assigned to him , of which he enjoyed the use as freely as if he had been the master of the house . Dr Gibbons says , ' Here , without any care of his own , he had everything which could contri ...
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... pleasure , waste a pain , That man might feel his error if unseen , And , feeling , fly to labour for his cure ; Not blundering , split on idleness for ease . We push time from us , and we wish him back ; Life we think long and short ...
... pleasure , waste a pain , That man might feel his error if unseen , And , feeling , fly to labour for his cure ; Not blundering , split on idleness for ease . We push time from us , and we wish him back ; Life we think long and short ...
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... pleasure Thomson must have passed or sojourned among scenes which he had often viewed in imagination . In November of the same year the poet was at Rome , and no doubt indulged the wish expressed in one of his letters , to see the ...
... pleasure Thomson must have passed or sojourned among scenes which he had often viewed in imagination . In November of the same year the poet was at Rome , and no doubt indulged the wish expressed in one of his letters , to see the ...
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... pleasure - and so they stand in all the subsequent editions : - Thoughtless of beauty , she was Beauty's self , Recluse among the close - embowering woods . As in the hollow breast of Apennine , Beneath the shelter of encircling hills A ...
... pleasure - and so they stand in all the subsequent editions : - Thoughtless of beauty , she was Beauty's self , Recluse among the close - embowering woods . As in the hollow breast of Apennine , Beneath the shelter of encircling hills A ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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ancient appeared beauty beneath blank verse breast breath bright character charms clouds Colonsay dark dear death deep delight Dr Johnson earth England fair fame fancy father fear feel flowers genius grace grave green hand happy hast hear heard heart heaven Henry Kirke White hill honour hope Horace Walpole hour human king labour Lady light live lonely look Lord Lord Byron mind moral morning mountains muse native nature never night o'er pain passion peace pleasure poem poet poetical poetry praise pride published racter rill Rodmond round scene Scotland seems shade sigh Sir Walter Scott sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit stream style sweet taste tears tender thee thou thought tion Tom Jones Twas uncle Toby vale verse virtue voice wandering wave wild wind young youth
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Страница 325 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Страница 327 - Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on. — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Страница 56 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Страница 382 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly...
Страница 406 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease; For summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...
Страница 398 - And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest on mine airy nest As still as a brooding dove. That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer...
Страница 410 - But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him,— But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Страница 340 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Страница 406 - 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 stared at the Pacific — and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise: Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Страница 340 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.