Sketches of the Poetical Literature of the Past Half-centuryW. Blackwood and sons, 1856 - 335 páginas |
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... By the steam - engine we have conquered alike the winds and the waters ; and , from their being the masters , have made them the slaves of man . The great phenomena CONCLUDED CYCLES OF LITERATURE . 5 of nature , resulting.
... By the steam - engine we have conquered alike the winds and the waters ; and , from their being the masters , have made them the slaves of man . The great phenomena CONCLUDED CYCLES OF LITERATURE . 5 of nature , resulting.
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... wind and a troubled sea . He was what the vulture is to the eagle , what the leopard is to the lion , what the scene painter is to the artist . His plays are what melodramas are to tragedy ; and the terrors of his poetry trench as much ...
... wind and a troubled sea . He was what the vulture is to the eagle , what the leopard is to the lion , what the scene painter is to the artist . His plays are what melodramas are to tragedy ; and the terrors of his poetry trench as much ...
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... wind are the howling of spirits ; the skeleton of a murderer dangles in chains at every cross - road ; very many chambers are particularly dark , grotesquely wainscotted , have secret doors , and are disturbed by the death - tick ...
... wind are the howling of spirits ; the skeleton of a murderer dangles in chains at every cross - road ; very many chambers are particularly dark , grotesquely wainscotted , have secret doors , and are disturbed by the death - tick ...
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... the Sabbath he had three . " Twas all in vain , a useless matter , And blankets were about him pinn'd ; Yet still his jaws and teeth they chatter , Like a loose casement in the wind . 64 66 RECEPTION OF LYRICAL BALLADS . " And Harry's.
... the Sabbath he had three . " Twas all in vain , a useless matter , And blankets were about him pinn'd ; Yet still his jaws and teeth they chatter , Like a loose casement in the wind . 64 66 RECEPTION OF LYRICAL BALLADS . " And Harry's.
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... wind all night ; The rain came heavily and fell in floods ; But now the sun is rising calm and bright ; The birds are singing in the distant woods ; Over his own sweet voice the stock - dove broods ; The jay makes answer as the magpie ...
... wind all night ; The rain came heavily and fell in floods ; But now the sun is rising calm and bright ; The birds are singing in the distant woods ; Over his own sweet voice the stock - dove broods ; The jay makes answer as the magpie ...
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Página 251 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Página 157 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
Página 180 - 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...
Página 86 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Página 283 - Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are chirping in the nest, The young fawns are playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing toward the west But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly ! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free.
Página 65 - There was a roaring in the wind all night; The rain came heavily and fell in floods; But now the sun is rising calm and bright; The birds are singing in the distant woods; Over his own sweet voice the Stock-dove broods; The Jay makes answer as the Magpie chatters; And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters.
Página 252 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing ; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky : It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Página 95 - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Página 224 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Página 217 - De Lorge's love o'erheard the King, a beauteous lively dame, With smiling lips and sharp bright eyes, which always...