Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British Authors, with Specimens of Their Writings, 第 2 巻Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers W. & R. Chambers, 1876 |
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... Earth . ..440 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL ( born in 1819 ) .. On Popular Applause .. Hints to Statesmen ... What Mr Robinson Thinks . Invocation to Peace ... PAGE .468 · 469 . .469 470 470 .470 .470 -471 .471 ..471 ......... 471 ......... 471 ...
... Earth . ..440 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL ( born in 1819 ) .. On Popular Applause .. Hints to Statesmen ... What Mr Robinson Thinks . Invocation to Peace ... PAGE .468 · 469 . .469 470 470 .470 .470 -471 .471 ..471 ......... 471 ......... 471 ...
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... earth , regales the sense With luxury of unexpected sweets . From the begining to the end of The Task we never lose sight of the author . His love of country rambles , when a boy , O'er hills , through valleys , and by river's brink ...
... earth , regales the sense With luxury of unexpected sweets . From the begining to the end of The Task we never lose sight of the author . His love of country rambles , when a boy , O'er hills , through valleys , and by river's brink ...
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... earth the silver axle rings , And the shell sinks upon its slender springs ; Light from her airy seat the goddess bounds , And steps celestial press the pansied grounds . Fair Spring advancing calls her feathered quire , And tunes to ...
... earth the silver axle rings , And the shell sinks upon its slender springs ; Light from her airy seat the goddess bounds , And steps celestial press the pansied grounds . Fair Spring advancing calls her feathered quire , And tunes to ...
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... earth that's aye dearest to me , Is the turf that has covered my Willie frae me . MRS BARBAULD . The ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD , the daughter of Dr John Aikin , was born at Kibworth Harcourt , in Leicestershire , in 1743. Her father at this ...
... earth that's aye dearest to me , Is the turf that has covered my Willie frae me . MRS BARBAULD . The ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD , the daughter of Dr John Aikin , was born at Kibworth Harcourt , in Leicestershire , in 1743. Her father at this ...
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... earth buried deep , In silence let it wait the spring . Oh ! many a stormy night shall close In gloom upon the barren earth , While still , in undisturbed repose , Uninjured lies the future birth : And Ignorance , with sceptic eye ...
... earth buried deep , In silence let it wait the spring . Oh ! many a stormy night shall close In gloom upon the barren earth , While still , in undisturbed repose , Uninjured lies the future birth : And Ignorance , with sceptic eye ...
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64 ページ - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
65 ページ - Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on. — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
140 ページ - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
134 ページ - Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
126 ページ - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain...
139 ページ - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
142 ページ - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
142 ページ - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
142 ページ - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
155 ページ - Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" — The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, " The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so," Replied the angel. — Abou spoke more low, But cheerily still; and said, " I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.