Lectures on the British Poets, Том 2J.B. Lippincott & Company, 1860 |
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... Ancient English Poetry " - The character of this poetry - Robert Burns- His boyhood— Early trials - Mossgeil Farm -- The freshness of his poetry— Its universality - Wordsworth's lines " The Mountain - Daisy " " The Field - Mouse ...
... Ancient English Poetry " - The character of this poetry - Robert Burns- His boyhood— Early trials - Mossgeil Farm -- The freshness of his poetry— Its universality - Wordsworth's lines " The Mountain - Daisy " " The Field - Mouse ...
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... Ancient English Poetry ” — The character of this poetry - Robert Burns - His boyhood - Early trials - Mossgeil Farm - The freshness of his poetry - Its universality -Wordsworth's lines - The Mountain - Daisy - The Field - mouse ...
... Ancient English Poetry ” — The character of this poetry - Robert Burns - His boyhood - Early trials - Mossgeil Farm - The freshness of his poetry - Its universality -Wordsworth's lines - The Mountain - Daisy - The Field - mouse ...
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... ancient introducing Pope , the little Queen Anne's poet , wrapped in a Roman toga , to the nine Muses , who are seated by the side of a kind of creek , clad in the usual amount of clothing deemed appropriate to the com- .... fort of a ...
... ancient introducing Pope , the little Queen Anne's poet , wrapped in a Roman toga , to the nine Muses , who are seated by the side of a kind of creek , clad in the usual amount of clothing deemed appropriate to the com- .... fort of a ...
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... Ancient English Poetry " has been es- teemed by high authorities as one of the chief agencies in reviving a genuine feeling for true poetry in the public mind . The traditionary minstrelsy , ancient bal- lads , and historical songs were ...
... Ancient English Poetry " has been es- teemed by high authorities as one of the chief agencies in reviving a genuine feeling for true poetry in the public mind . The traditionary minstrelsy , ancient bal- lads , and historical songs were ...
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... ancient King James Stuart ; and , after poetry had declined with the decline of the national spirit , in consequence of the union of the two kingdoms of England and Scotland , after the lapse of centuries it was reanimated in the humble ...
... ancient King James Stuart ; and , after poetry had declined with the decline of the national spirit , in consequence of the union of the two kingdoms of England and Scotland , after the lapse of centuries it was reanimated in the humble ...
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Стр. 117 - 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. 123 - Alas ! they had been friends in youth ; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Стр. 114 - This body dropt not down. Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
Стр. 192 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims aronnd him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Стр. 221 - Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will: Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And...
Стр. 123 - With Roland and Sir Leoline. Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother : They parted — ne'er to meet again ! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder ; A dreary sea now flows between ; — But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Стр. 260 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder— everlastingly.
Стр. 195 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Стр. 120 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Стр. 192 - He heard it, but he heeded not - his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother - he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday All this rush'd with his blood - Shall he expire And unavenged?