Heroes of Literature: English Poets. A Book for Young ReadersSociety for promoting Christian knowledge, 1883 - Всего страниц: 406 |
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... and dropping Keats's meta- phor , the attempt is made in these pages to give brief biographies of illustrious English poets and such a sketch of their works as may attract young 458349 readers to a study the delight in which must grow.
... and dropping Keats's meta- phor , the attempt is made in these pages to give brief biographies of illustrious English poets and such a sketch of their works as may attract young 458349 readers to a study the delight in which must grow.
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... delight in which must grow in proportion to the knowledge . Let it be understood , then , that this book is in- tended to excite interest , but not to satisfy it — to show the reader where to look rather than to state comprehensively ...
... delight in which must grow in proportion to the knowledge . Let it be understood , then , that this book is in- tended to excite interest , but not to satisfy it — to show the reader where to look rather than to state comprehensively ...
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... delight , of wisdom and aspira- tion , of energy and calm , will find no exaggeration in my words . And if these words be true of poetry generally , they are certainly true of the poets who have given its greatest lustre to English ...
... delight , of wisdom and aspira- tion , of energy and calm , will find no exaggeration in my words . And if these words be true of poetry generally , they are certainly true of the poets who have given its greatest lustre to English ...
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... delight of the youthful Pope , the inspirer of Gray , the constant companion of Scott and Southey , of Shelley and Keats , and the favourite poet of Charles Kingsley . " Spenser , " said Sir Walter , " I could have read for ever ...
... delight of the youthful Pope , the inspirer of Gray , the constant companion of Scott and Southey , of Shelley and Keats , and the favourite poet of Charles Kingsley . " Spenser , " said Sir Walter , " I could have read for ever ...
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... delight of poets alone . Lord Somers , one of the most accomplished men of his age , was passionately fond of the " Faerie Queene , " and in the last picture which he sat for to Sir Godfrey Kneller , he desired to be painted with ...
... delight of poets alone . Lord Somers , one of the most accomplished men of his age , was passionately fond of the " Faerie Queene , " and in the last picture which he sat for to Sir Godfrey Kneller , he desired to be painted with ...
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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.