Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature, Том 2J.B. Lippincott Company, 1902 |
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... fear of harm ; and the father , for fear of censure ; be sure let not his winter - clothing be too warm : and amongst other things remember that when nature has so well covered his head with hair , and strengthened it with a year or ...
... fear of harm ; and the father , for fear of censure ; be sure let not his winter - clothing be too warm : and amongst other things remember that when nature has so well covered his head with hair , and strengthened it with a year or ...
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... fear you think I have kept your book too long but to make some amends for detaining it so long , I have sent you not only my old collations so far as they vary from yours , but also some new ones of Dr Covil's two MSS .; for I have ...
... fear you think I have kept your book too long but to make some amends for detaining it so long , I have sent you not only my old collations so far as they vary from yours , but also some new ones of Dr Covil's two MSS .; for I have ...
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... Fear Death whom thou so oft hast seen , So oft his Guest at Funerals hast been ; Thy self , I mean thy Better Half , already Dead ! The Tears were just which at thy Birth did flow , For then , alass ! thou cams't t'engage The Miseries ...
... Fear Death whom thou so oft hast seen , So oft his Guest at Funerals hast been ; Thy self , I mean thy Better Half , already Dead ! The Tears were just which at thy Birth did flow , For then , alass ! thou cams't t'engage The Miseries ...
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... fear of my father besides , adad , he'd knock me i ' th ' head , if he should hear of such a thing . Lord ! what will he say when he comes to know I am at London , which he in all his life - time would never suffer me to see , for fear ...
... fear of my father besides , adad , he'd knock me i ' th ' head , if he should hear of such a thing . Lord ! what will he say when he comes to know I am at London , which he in all his life - time would never suffer me to see , for fear ...
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... fear . Plausible . Nay , i ' faith , i ' faith , you are too passionate ; and I must humbly beg your pardon and leave to tell you they are the arts and rules the prudent of the world walk by . Man . Let ' em . But I'll have no leading ...
... fear . Plausible . Nay , i ' faith , i ' faith , you are too passionate ; and I must humbly beg your pardon and leave to tell you they are the arts and rules the prudent of the world walk by . Man . Let ' em . But I'll have no leading ...
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Chamber's Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ..., Том 2 Robert Chambers Просмотр фрагмента - 1922 |
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Стр. 364 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Стр. 333 - I felt my heart strangely warmed. I felt I did trust in Christ, Christ alone, for salvation; and an assurance was given me that He had taken away my sins, even mine, and saved me from the law of sin and death.
Стр. 367 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Стр. 361 - Ambition this shall tempt to rise, Then whirl the wretch from high, To bitter Scorn a sacrifice, And grinning Infamy. The stings of Falsehood those shall try, And hard Unkindness...
Стр. 363 - ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD. The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Стр. 364 - Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death? Perhaps in this neglected spot...
Стр. 364 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. But knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
Стр. 364 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd 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.
Стр. 188 - A cherub's face, a reptile all the rest; Beauty that shocks you, Parts that none will trust, Wit that can creep, and Pride that licks the dust.
Стр. 367 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.