Heroes of Literature: English Poets. A Book for Young ReadersSociety for promoting Christian knowledge, 1883 - Всего страниц: 406 |
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... Wordsworth CHAPTER XIV . · POETS OF THE NINETEENTH CENTURY ( Continued ) . Sir Walter Scott CHAPTER XV . POETS OF THE NINETEENTH CENTURY ( Continued ) . Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Robert Southey - Walter Savage Landor CHAPTER XVI . POETS ...
... Wordsworth CHAPTER XIV . · POETS OF THE NINETEENTH CENTURY ( Continued ) . Sir Walter Scott CHAPTER XV . POETS OF THE NINETEENTH CENTURY ( Continued ) . Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Robert Southey - Walter Savage Landor CHAPTER XVI . POETS ...
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... Wordsworth , " is the first and last of all knowledge " -an assertion which will sound strange to readers who treat the poet's art as an agreeable accomplishment , instead . of accepting it as the highest and noblest effort of which the ...
... Wordsworth , " is the first and last of all knowledge " -an assertion which will sound strange to readers who treat the poet's art as an agreeable accomplishment , instead . of accepting it as the highest and noblest effort of which the ...
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... " Father of English Poetry . " The attempt has been made unsuccessfully , by Dryden and others , to modernize Chaucer ; and even Wordsworth , with his delicate sense of poetical simplicity and con- tempt for 4 HEROES OF LITERATURE .
... " Father of English Poetry . " The attempt has been made unsuccessfully , by Dryden and others , to modernize Chaucer ; and even Wordsworth , with his delicate sense of poetical simplicity and con- tempt for 4 HEROES OF LITERATURE .
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... Wordsworth and Tennyson , of Jane Austen and George Eliot , that makes them so dear to us ; and the form in which they utter what they know is a vivid creation , and not a deceptive shadow . All this is obvious enough , and the reader ...
... Wordsworth and Tennyson , of Jane Austen and George Eliot , that makes them so dear to us ; and the form in which they utter what they know is a vivid creation , and not a deceptive shadow . All this is obvious enough , and the reader ...
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... however , he utters a different opinion . Addressing ing Wordsworth , he says— " Thee gentle Spenser fondly led , But me he mostly sent to bed . " spring meadow ; " and Lord Houghton adds , " 18 HEROES OF LITERATURE .
... however , he utters a different opinion . Addressing ing Wordsworth , he says— " Thee gentle Spenser fondly led , But me he mostly sent to bed . " spring meadow ; " and Lord Houghton adds , " 18 HEROES OF LITERATURE .
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Стр. 316 - Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife ! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
Стр. 24 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide ; To lose good days that might be better spent ; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow ; To feed on hope ; to pine with fear and sorrow ; To have thy Prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Стр. 188 - Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Стр. 92 - They are all gone into the world of light ! And I alone sit lingering here ; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear. It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast, Like stars upon some gloomy grove, Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest, After the sun's remove.
Стр. 368 - 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...
Стр. 236 - 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 Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Стр. 138 - Farewell, happy fields, Where joy for ever dwells ; hail horrors, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessor ; one who brings A mind not to be changed by place, or time.
Стр. 105 - A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Стр. 261 - I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love ! Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past ; Thy image at our last embrace ; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr gurgling kissed his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thickening, green ; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twined amorous round the raptured scene.
Стр. 57 - Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.