Masterpieces of British Literature: Ruskin: Macaulay: Brown: Tennyson: Dickens: Wordsworth: Burns: Lamb: Coleridge: Byron: Cowper: Gray: Goldsmith: Addison and Steele: Milton: Bacon. With Biographical Sketches, Notes and PortraitsHorace Elisha Scudder Houghton, Mifflin, 1895 - Всего страниц: 480 |
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... TRAVELLERS WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH WE ARE SEVEN THE PET LAMB TO A SKYLARK THE REVERIE OF POOR SUSAN TO THE CUCKOO SHE WAS A PHANTOM OF DELIGHT THREE YEARS SHE GREW SHE DWELT AMONG THE UNTRODDEN WAYS DAFFODILS TO THE ...
... TRAVELLERS WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH WE ARE SEVEN THE PET LAMB TO A SKYLARK THE REVERIE OF POOR SUSAN TO THE CUCKOO SHE WAS A PHANTOM OF DELIGHT THREE YEARS SHE GREW SHE DWELT AMONG THE UNTRODDEN WAYS DAFFODILS TO THE ...
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... traveller ; while his ears grew dull and his head giddy with the constant gush and roar of the concealed waters . These painful circumstances increased upon him as he advanced ; the ice crashed and yawned into fresh chasms at his feet ...
... traveller ; while his ears grew dull and his head giddy with the constant gush and roar of the concealed waters . These painful circumstances increased upon him as he advanced ; the ice crashed and yawned into fresh chasms at his feet ...
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... traveller thus may be a whole day reaching a place which in the morning may have seemed to him but a little way off . " - Dennis , Cities and Cemeteries of Etruria . Piled by the hands of giants . For godlike kings 38 THOMAS BABINGTON ...
... traveller thus may be a whole day reaching a place which in the morning may have seemed to him but a little way off . " - Dennis , Cities and Cemeteries of Etruria . Piled by the hands of giants . For godlike kings 38 THOMAS BABINGTON ...
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... into new forms of social life , but the poor we have with us always , and Dick- ens was the poet , the prophet , the historian , the interpreter of the poor . THE SEVEN POOR TRAVELLERS.1 I. IN THE OLD CITY OF BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH . 139.
... into new forms of social life , but the poor we have with us always , and Dick- ens was the poet , the prophet , the historian , the interpreter of the poor . THE SEVEN POOR TRAVELLERS.1 I. IN THE OLD CITY OF BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH . 139.
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... TRAVELLERS.1 I. IN THE OLD CITY OF ROCHESTER .. STRICTLY speaking , there were only six Poor Trav- ellers ; but being a Traveller myself , though an idle one , and being withal as poor as I hope to be , I brought the number up to seven ...
... TRAVELLERS.1 I. IN THE OLD CITY OF ROCHESTER .. STRICTLY speaking , there were only six Poor Trav- ellers ; but being a Traveller myself , though an idle one , and being withal as poor as I hope to be , I brought the number up to seven ...
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Стр. 449 - Alas! what boots it with uncessant care To tend the homely slighted shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse? Were it not better done as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair?
Стр. 171 - 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.
Стр. 165 - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay; Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee; A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company; I gazed, and gazed, but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought.
Стр. 303 - 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. 307 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Стр. 448 - And all their echoes, mourn. The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the Canker to the Rose, Or Taint-worm to the weanling Herds that graze, Or Frost to Flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the White-thorn blows; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to Shepherd's ear.
Стр. 373 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
Стр. 185 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
Стр. 349 - 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. 352 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?