Harper's Cyclopædia of British and American PoetryEpes Sargent Harper & Brothers, 1881 - Всего страниц: 958 |
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... poets . The present compiler had despaired of doing this long before he had proceeded far in his labors . The consequence is that there have been omissions for which no better reason can be given than that they were unavoidable . An ...
... poets . The present compiler had despaired of doing this long before he had proceeded far in his labors . The consequence is that there have been omissions for which no better reason can be given than that they were unavoidable . An ...
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... Poet of To - day .. Lines Written in my own Album .. 327 To James Sheridan Knowles ... 327 Locker , Frederick . St ... Poets . Lathrop , George Parsons . Phantoms .... Music of Growth ... 937 Sonnet : Nature .. Sonnet : The Lover's Year ...
... Poet of To - day .. Lines Written in my own Album .. 327 To James Sheridan Knowles ... 327 Locker , Frederick . St ... Poets . Lathrop , George Parsons . Phantoms .... Music of Growth ... 937 Sonnet : Nature .. Sonnet : The Lover's Year ...
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... poets . Chaucer appears to have been of a joyous and happy temperament , generous and affectionate . He had that intense relish for the beauties of Nature so characteris- tic of the genuine poet . His works abound with enthu- siastic ...
... poets . Chaucer appears to have been of a joyous and happy temperament , generous and affectionate . He had that intense relish for the beauties of Nature so characteris- tic of the genuine poet . His works abound with enthu- siastic ...
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... poets , who , at the close of the fifteenth and beginning of the sixteenth centuries , " were filling the North country ... poet laureate ! God wot ye are full dear welcome to me ; Are ye nocht he that all those Fables wrate Which , in ...
... poets , who , at the close of the fifteenth and beginning of the sixteenth centuries , " were filling the North country ... poet laureate ! God wot ye are full dear welcome to me ; Are ye nocht he that all those Fables wrate Which , in ...
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... poet of far greater genius , not more than ten years older than Shakspeare , and who lived when English literature had passed into its modern form , deliberately chose , by adopt- ing Chaucer's obsolete language , to place similar obsta ...
... poet of far greater genius , not more than ten years older than Shakspeare , and who lived when English literature had passed into its modern form , deliberately chose , by adopt- ing Chaucer's obsolete language , to place similar obsta ...
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Стр. 99 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ' Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?
Стр. 413 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
Стр. 664 - art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Стр. 664 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as
Стр. 183 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Стр. 290 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Стр. 310 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Стр. 414 - 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.
Стр. 653 - And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea!
Стр. 663 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow— sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.