Some of Our English PoetsE. Stock, 1895 - Всего страниц: 280 |
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... feeling that one has— " When looking on the happy autumn fields , And thinking of the days that are no more . " The only writers of note who have spoken in disparagement of Gray's poetry are Dr. Johnson , * Dr. Johnson had , as Boswell ...
... feeling that one has— " When looking on the happy autumn fields , And thinking of the days that are no more . " The only writers of note who have spoken in disparagement of Gray's poetry are Dr. Johnson , * Dr. Johnson had , as Boswell ...
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... feel a little awkward , and think everybody I saw smelt a rat about me . But I do not pretend to blame anyone else that has not the same sensations . For my part , I would rather be serjeant - trumpeter , or pin - maker to the palace ...
... feel a little awkward , and think everybody I saw smelt a rat about me . But I do not pretend to blame anyone else that has not the same sensations . For my part , I would rather be serjeant - trumpeter , or pin - maker to the palace ...
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... feeling - the desire to escape from pain . There is a benevolence which is unthinking , having nothing to do with either conscience or reflec- tion , and flowing from an inconsiderate impulse . The sight of sorrow may distress the ...
... feeling - the desire to escape from pain . There is a benevolence which is unthinking , having nothing to do with either conscience or reflec- tion , and flowing from an inconsiderate impulse . The sight of sorrow may distress the ...
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... feeling that Goldsmith's prose is a model of purity and grace , of facility and clearness , of the most delicate humour and the most touching pathos . The style cannot be surpassed . " lished on May 26 , and on August 16 64 Oliver ...
... feeling that Goldsmith's prose is a model of purity and grace , of facility and clearness , of the most delicate humour and the most touching pathos . The style cannot be surpassed . " lished on May 26 , and on August 16 64 Oliver ...
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... feel- ings , incidents , descriptions , and allusions , have there been in England no improvements made at the ... feeling , its tenderness , its pathos , and harmonious versification . The village inn ; the busy mill Oliver Goldsmith . 67.
... feel- ings , incidents , descriptions , and allusions , have there been in England no improvements made at the ... feeling , its tenderness , its pathos , and harmonious versification . The village inn ; the busy mill Oliver Goldsmith . 67.
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Стр. 247 - The outward shows of sky and earth, Of hill and valley, he has viewed ; And impulses of deeper birth Have come to him in solitude. In common things that round us lie Some random truths he can impart,— The harvest of a quiet eye That broods and sleeps on his own heart...
Стр. 237 - Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; sometimes all little birds that are, how they seemed to fill the sea and air with their sweet jargoning! And now 'twas like all instruments, now like a lonely flute; and now it is an angel's song, that makes the heavens be mute.
Стр. 239 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast— Thou too again, stupendous Mountain! thou That as I raise my head, awhile bowed low In adoration, upward from thy base Slow travelling with dim eyes suffused with tears...
Стр. 155 - But yet, though thick the shafts as snow, Though charging knights like whirlwinds go, Though bill-men ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring ; The stubborn spearmen still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood, The instant that he fell.
Стр. 224 - O Lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does nature live: Ours is her wedding-garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth — And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Стр. 253 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: 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...
Стр. 243 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Стр. 119 - THERE is in souls a sympathy with sounds; And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleased With melting airs, or martial, brisk, or grave : Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies.
Стр. 69 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Tho' round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Стр. 29 - Girt with many a baron bold, Sublime their starry fronts they rear; And gorgeous dames, and statesmen old In bearded majesty appear.