English Literature of the Nineteenth Century ...E.C. & J. Biddle, 1851 - Всего страниц: 746 |
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... hand , my thoughts necessarily fixed upon you , whose fund of literature will enable you to assist them , with very little interruption of your studies , & c .: the province of criticism and literature they are very desirous to assign ...
... hand , my thoughts necessarily fixed upon you , whose fund of literature will enable you to assist them , with very little interruption of your studies , & c .: the province of criticism and literature they are very desirous to assign ...
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... hand , and of Walpole on the other , failed not to make a poem bought up and talked of . And it cannot be doubted , that the Odes of Horace which celebrated , and the satires which ridiculed , well - known and real characters at Rome ...
... hand , and of Walpole on the other , failed not to make a poem bought up and talked of . And it cannot be doubted , that the Odes of Horace which celebrated , and the satires which ridiculed , well - known and real characters at Rome ...
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... hand an innocent and irreproachable amusement for his leisure hours , to save him from the danger of many a pernicious passion . He is not in hazard of being a burden to himself . He is not obliged to fly to low company , or to court ...
... hand an innocent and irreproachable amusement for his leisure hours , to save him from the danger of many a pernicious passion . He is not in hazard of being a burden to himself . He is not obliged to fly to low company , or to court ...
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... hands armed with whips and scorpions . As soon as she came near , with a horrid frown , and a voice that chilled my very blood ... hand of death , which I im- patiently invoked , should put an end to the miseries 66 [ GEORGE III . CARTER .
... hands armed with whips and scorpions . As soon as she came near , with a horrid frown , and a voice that chilled my very blood ... hand of death , which I im- patiently invoked , should put an end to the miseries 66 [ GEORGE III . CARTER .
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... hand of me a deep muddy river , whose heavy waters rolled on in slow sullen murmurs . Here I determined to plunge , and was just upon the brink , when I found myself suddenly drawn back . I turned about , and was surprised by the sight ...
... hand of me a deep muddy river , whose heavy waters rolled on in slow sullen murmurs . Here I determined to plunge , and was just upon the brink , when I found myself suddenly drawn back . I turned about , and was surprised by the sight ...
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Стр. 174 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Стр. 201 - BRIGHTEST and best of the Sons of the morning ! Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid ! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our Infant Redeemer is laid!
Стр. 467 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Стр. 468 - O men with Sisters dear ! O men with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch - stitch - stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt.
Стр. 468 - Work, work, work! From weary chime to chime ; Work, work, work, As prisoners work for crime : Band and gusset and seam, Seam and gusset and band, Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumbed, As well as the weary hand.
Стр. 329 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon?
Стр. 437 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Стр. 176 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Стр. 365 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Стр. 468 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures