Homes and Haunts of the Most Eminent British Poets, Volumen1Harper & brothers, 1856 |
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... called Jeffrey Chaucer , father of Thomas Chaucer , Esq . , of Ewelme , in Oxfordshire , who , following the steps of his master , reflect- ed much upon the corruptions of the clergy . " He is then said to have entered himself of the ...
... called Jeffrey Chaucer , father of Thomas Chaucer , Esq . , of Ewelme , in Oxfordshire , who , following the steps of his master , reflect- ed much upon the corruptions of the clergy . " He is then said to have entered himself of the ...
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... called Chaucer's Oak . As his house at Woodstock is gone , so his castle here is a mere ruin . It is generally supposed to be at Woodstock that he wrote his Canterbury Tales , where he , also , is said to have written his Treatise on ...
... called Chaucer's Oak . As his house at Woodstock is gone , so his castle here is a mere ruin . It is generally supposed to be at Woodstock that he wrote his Canterbury Tales , where he , also , is said to have written his Treatise on ...
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... called the Tal- bot , in Southwark : This is the inn where Sir Geoffrey Chaucer and the twenty - nine pilgrims lodged in their jour- ney to Canterbury , anno 1383. ' " Though the present in- scription is evidently of a very recent date ...
... called the Tal- bot , in Southwark : This is the inn where Sir Geoffrey Chaucer and the twenty - nine pilgrims lodged in their jour- ney to Canterbury , anno 1383. ' " Though the present in- scription is evidently of a very recent date ...
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... called the Checkers . It stands in High - street , at the corner of the lane leading to the Cathedral , just below the parade , on the left - hand side going into Canterbury . Its situation was just that which was most convenient for ...
... called the Checkers . It stands in High - street , at the corner of the lane leading to the Cathedral , just below the parade , on the left - hand side going into Canterbury . Its situation was just that which was most convenient for ...
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... called Spenser's , at the foot of Pendle Hill . This derives confirmation from the fact of Spenser having a son called Lawrence , and of the names of Ed- mund and Lawrence abounding in the registries of this Lancashire family , as well ...
... called Spenser's , at the foot of Pendle Hill . This derives confirmation from the fact of Spenser having a son called Lawrence , and of the names of Ed- mund and Lawrence abounding in the registries of this Lancashire family , as well ...
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Addison afterward Allan Cunningham amid ancient Ballater Ballymahon beautiful Bunhill Fields Burns Burns's Byron called castle Chatterton Chaucer church cottage court Cowper daughter death descendants Dryden Earl Edgeworthstown England fame father feeling friends garden genius glorious Goldsmith Gray ground hand haunts heart hills honor Ireland Johnson Kilkenny Lady land literary lived London look Lord Lord Byron marriage meadows miles Milton mind monument mother mountains nature never noble Oliver Goldsmith once park poem poet poet's poetical poetry poor Pope present Queen residence river road Robert Burns says scene seems Shakspeare Shelley side Sir William Sir William Stanhope soul Spenser spirit spot stands Swift Tam O'Shanter Tarbolton terton thing Thomas Chatterton Thomson Tighe tion took tower town trees Twickenham verses village walk wall whole wife William Canynge woods wrote
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Página 330 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Página 102 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
Página 247 - Ah! little think the gay licentious proud, "Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround ; They who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth And wanton, often cruel, riot waste ;— Ah ! little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain...
Página 81 - I know each lane, and every alley green, Dingle, or bushy dell of this wild wood, And every bosky bourn from side to side, My daily walks and ancient neighbourhood...
Página 37 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares, The Poets, who on earth have made us Heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
Página 102 - The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread : Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said : But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Página 523 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Página 106 - But, oh ! as to embrace me she inclined, I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.
Página 480 - 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...
Página 318 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love.