Cyclopædia of English literature, Том 21844 |
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... King , 238 The Nabob , DE LOLME , 241 What Ails this Heart o ' Mine , DR ADAM SMITH , 242 Auld Robin Forbes , DR BENJAMIN FRANKLIN , 243 MRS BARBAULD , WILLIAM MELMOTH , 243 Ode to Spring . On Thinking , On Conversation , WILLIAM HARRIS ...
... King , 238 The Nabob , DE LOLME , 241 What Ails this Heart o ' Mine , DR ADAM SMITH , 242 Auld Robin Forbes , DR BENJAMIN FRANKLIN , 243 MRS BARBAULD , WILLIAM MELMOTH , 243 Ode to Spring . On Thinking , On Conversation , WILLIAM HARRIS ...
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... King Rides on a tempest's glorious wing : His ensigns lighten round the sky , And moving legions sound on high . Ten ... kings : From every chord his bolts are hurled , And vengeance smites the rebel world . Lo ! the great poet shifts ...
... King Rides on a tempest's glorious wing : His ensigns lighten round the sky , And moving legions sound on high . Ten ... kings : From every chord his bolts are hurled , And vengeance smites the rebel world . Lo ! the great poet shifts ...
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... king , and was made one of his majesty's chaplains . Swift has said that the poet was com- pelled to does Young advert to the quiet retirement of his And. Edward Young . sents of life and religion , show the poetical artist fully as much ...
... king , and was made one of his majesty's chaplains . Swift has said that the poet was com- pelled to does Young advert to the quiet retirement of his And. Edward Young . sents of life and religion , show the poetical artist fully as much ...
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... King ! Gladly I would declare in lofty strains The power of Godhead to the sons of men , But thought is lost in its immensity : Imagination wastes its strength in vain , And fancy tires and turns within itself , Struck with the amazing ...
... King ! Gladly I would declare in lofty strains The power of Godhead to the sons of men , But thought is lost in its immensity : Imagination wastes its strength in vain , And fancy tires and turns within itself , Struck with the amazing ...
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... kings command , And dubious title shakes the maddened land ; When statutes glean the refuse of the sword , How much more safe the vassal than the lord ; Low skulks the hind beneath the rage of power , And leaves the wealthy traitor in ...
... kings command , And dubious title shakes the maddened land ; When statutes glean the refuse of the sword , How much more safe the vassal than the lord ; Low skulks the hind beneath the rage of power , And leaves the wealthy traitor in ...
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Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ..., Том 2 Robert Chambers Полный просмотр - 1844 |
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Стр. 410 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Стр. 32 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Стр. 398 - 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.
Стр. 327 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Стр. 56 - Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 219 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, Which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; The hair of my flesh stood up: It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: An image was before mine eyes, There was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God?
Стр. 406 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Стр. 327 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of man...
Стр. 406 - 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.