Cyclopedia of English Literature: a Selection of the Choicest Productions of English Authors: From Earliest to the Present Time, Connected by a Critical and Biographical History, Том 2Robert Chambers Gould & Lincoln, 1851 |
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... breath Like a hard - hunted beast . How his great heart Beats thick ! his roomy chest by far too scant To give the lungs full play ! What now avail The strong - built sinewy limbs and well - spread shoulders ? See , how he tugs for life ...
... breath Like a hard - hunted beast . How his great heart Beats thick ! his roomy chest by far too scant To give the lungs full play ! What now avail The strong - built sinewy limbs and well - spread shoulders ? See , how he tugs for life ...
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... breath Favonian , from warm chambers of the south , Recalls the first . All , to reflourish , fades : As in a wheel , all sinks to reascend : Emblems of man , who passes , not expires . He thus moralises on human life- Life speeds away ...
... breath Favonian , from warm chambers of the south , Recalls the first . All , to reflourish , fades : As in a wheel , all sinks to reascend : Emblems of man , who passes , not expires . He thus moralises on human life- Life speeds away ...
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... breath Is heard to quiver through the closing woods , Or rustling turn the many - twinkling leaves Of aspen tall . The uncurling floods , diffused In glassy breadth , seem , through delusive lapse , Forgetful of their course . ' Tis ...
... breath Is heard to quiver through the closing woods , Or rustling turn the many - twinkling leaves Of aspen tall . The uncurling floods , diffused In glassy breadth , seem , through delusive lapse , Forgetful of their course . ' Tis ...
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... breath perfumes you , and whose pencil paints . Ye forests bend , ye harvests wave to Him ; Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart , As home he goes beneath the joyous moon . Ye that keep watch in heaven , as earth asleep ...
... breath perfumes you , and whose pencil paints . Ye forests bend , ye harvests wave to Him ; Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart , As home he goes beneath the joyous moon . Ye that keep watch in heaven , as earth asleep ...
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... breath , And restless fire precipitates on death . But scarce observed , the knowing and the bold , Fall in the general massacre of gold ; Wide - wasting pest ! that rages unconfined , And crowds with crimes the records of mankind ; For ...
... breath , And restless fire precipitates on death . But scarce observed , the knowing and the bold , Fall in the general massacre of gold ; Wide - wasting pest ! that rages unconfined , And crowds with crimes the records of mankind ; For ...
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Стр. 402 - Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Стр. 56 - Dead Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high. His listless length at noontide would he stretch. And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Стр. 326 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Стр. 339 - A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat ; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky, Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.
Стр. 387 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar : I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Стр. 325 - 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; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will:...
Стр. 56 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Стр. 337 - 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. 337 - 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. 401 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for Heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint...