Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British and American Authors, with Specimens of Their Writings, Volumen5Robert Chambers Amer. Book Exchange, 1879 |
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... Star of Bethlehem .. 89 Year " . .160 Britain & Thousand Years hence .... 89 Hymn in the Vale of Chamotni ..... 161 The Christiad 90 Love .. 163 James Grahame 1765-1811 ) .. Apostrophe to Scotland . 90 From " Frost at Midnight " .164 91 ...
... Star of Bethlehem .. 89 Year " . .160 Britain & Thousand Years hence .... 89 Hymn in the Vale of Chamotni ..... 161 The Christiad 90 Love .. 163 James Grahame 1765-1811 ) .. Apostrophe to Scotland . 90 From " Frost at Midnight " .164 91 ...
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... star or two just twinkling on thy brow Suffices thee ; save that the moon is thine No less than hers : not worn indeed on high With ostentations pageantry , but set With modest grandeur in thy purple zone , Resplendent less , but of an ...
... star or two just twinkling on thy brow Suffices thee ; save that the moon is thine No less than hers : not worn indeed on high With ostentations pageantry , but set With modest grandeur in thy purple zone , Resplendent less , but of an ...
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... stars , exult in youthful prime , Mark with bright curves the printless steps of time : Near and more near your ... Star after star from heaven's high arch shall rush , DARWIN . ] 31 ENGLISH LITERATURE . Extracts from "Loves of the Plants"
... stars , exult in youthful prime , Mark with bright curves the printless steps of time : Near and more near your ... Star after star from heaven's high arch shall rush , DARWIN . ] 31 ENGLISH LITERATURE . Extracts from "Loves of the Plants"
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... Star after star from heaven's high arch shall rush , Suns sink on suns , and systems , systems crush , Headlong , extinct , to one dark centre fall , And death , and night , and chaos mingle all ! Till o'er the wreck , emerging from the ...
... Star after star from heaven's high arch shall rush , Suns sink on suns , and systems , systems crush , Headlong , extinct , to one dark centre fall , And death , and night , and chaos mingle all ! Till o'er the wreck , emerging from the ...
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... stars of gold , and mystic knots of love ; Heard the exulting shout , They run ! they run ! ' ' Great God ! ' she cried , he's safe ! the battle ' s won ! ' A ball now hisses through the airy tides- Some fury winged it , and some demon ...
... stars of gold , and mystic knots of love ; Heard the exulting shout , They run ! they run ! ' ' Great God ! ' she cried , he's safe ! the battle ' s won ! ' A ball now hisses through the airy tides- Some fury winged it , and some demon ...
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Cyclopaedia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ..., Volumen3 Robert Chambers,Robert Carruthers Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
Términos y frases comunes
beauty beneath blank verse breast breath breeze bright Burns Byron Charles Lamb charm cheerful clouds Coleridge Colonsay Cowper dark dear death deep delight Della Cruscan dream earth eyes fair fancy father fear feel flowers frae friends gaze Gelert genius grace grave green hand happy hath heard heart heaven Henry Kirke White hill hope Horace Smith hour lady light literary living lonely look Lord Lord Byron mind moon morning mountain native nature never night o'er passion pleasure poem poet poet's poetical poetry pride published rill ROBERT POLLOK Rolliad rose round says scene Scott shade shew shore sigh silent Sir Walter Scott sleep smile soft song sonnets soul Southey spirit stars stream sweet taste tears tender thee thine thou thought Twas vale verse voice volume wandering wave wild winds Wordsworth young youth
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Página 292 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays...
Página 262 - 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...
Página 156 - Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist.
Página 156 - He struck with his o'ertaking wings And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Página 159 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes ; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
Página 324 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made 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.
Página 279 - What thou art we know not: What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
Página 156 - And I had done a hellish thing. And it would work 'em woe: For all averred. I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Página 16 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, "Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Página 138 - Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild : these pastoral farms. Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees ! With some uncertain notice, as might seem Of vagrant Dwellers in the houseless woods, Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire The Hermit sits alone.