Lyrics of the XIXth centuryWilliam James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard Kegan Paul, Trench, 1884 |
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... eyes upon the poetical literature of the eighteenth century — or upon the small portion of it which continued to be read at its close - the prospect is not an enlivening one . To say that it was in any large sense a poetical period ...
... eyes upon the poetical literature of the eighteenth century — or upon the small portion of it which continued to be read at its close - the prospect is not an enlivening one . To say that it was in any large sense a poetical period ...
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... eyes of his contemporaries to Na- ture , and succeeded in a measure , though not nearly so well as Collins in his unrhymed Ode to Evening , or Gray in the opening stanzas of his immortal Elegy . The Elegy is more read to - day than any ...
... eyes of his contemporaries to Na- ture , and succeeded in a measure , though not nearly so well as Collins in his unrhymed Ode to Evening , or Gray in the opening stanzas of his immortal Elegy . The Elegy is more read to - day than any ...
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... Eyes ... JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN : Soul and Country SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD : Nell Gwynne's Looking - Glass .. ROBERT STEPHEN HAWKER : Isha Cherioth ... The Wail of the Cornish Mother SARAH FLOWER ADAMS : The Olive Boughs ..... SIR WILLIAM ...
... Eyes ... JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN : Soul and Country SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD : Nell Gwynne's Looking - Glass .. ROBERT STEPHEN HAWKER : Isha Cherioth ... The Wail of the Cornish Mother SARAH FLOWER ADAMS : The Olive Boughs ..... SIR WILLIAM ...
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... eye Be on them : who in love and truth , Where no misgiving is , rely Upon the genial sense of youth . Glad Hearts ! without reproach or blot , Who do thy work and know it not : Long may the kindly impulse last ! But thou , if they ...
... eye Be on them : who in love and truth , Where no misgiving is , rely Upon the genial sense of youth . Glad Hearts ! without reproach or blot , Who do thy work and know it not : Long may the kindly impulse last ! But thou , if they ...
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... eye that seems to chide , Asks of the clouds what occupants they hide . But why solicit more than sight could bear By casting on a moment all we dare ? Invoke we those bright Beings , one by one ! And what was boldly promised truly ...
... eye that seems to chide , Asks of the clouds what occupants they hide . But why solicit more than sight could bear By casting on a moment all we dare ? Invoke we those bright Beings , one by one ! And what was boldly promised truly ...
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Стр. 9 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Стр. 169 - HEAR the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Стр. 99 - Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd, For ever panting, and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above.
Стр. 47 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave : For the deck it was their field of fame, And ocean was their grave. Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep While the stormy winds do blow,— While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow.
Стр. 88 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Стр. 256 - Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold...
Стр. 99 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest ? What little town by river or sea-shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn ? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Стр. 45 - Like leviathans afloat Lay their bulwarks on the brine ; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime, As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene, And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. "Hearts of oak!
Стр. 87 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Стр. 192 - Never glad confident morning again ! Best fight on well, for we taught him — strike gallantly, Menace our heart ere we master his own; Then let him receive the new knowledge and wait us, Pardoned in heaven, the first by the throne ! 'HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX...