Lectures on the British Poets, Volumen2J.B. Lippincott & Company, 1860 |
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... beneath his nostrils , the idea of self became an absorbing one . Look at the account of him in social life , seizing upon almost any opinion for the sake of opposition and disputation , with a dangerous recklessness of truth , as if it ...
... beneath his nostrils , the idea of self became an absorbing one . Look at the account of him in social life , seizing upon almost any opinion for the sake of opposition and disputation , with a dangerous recklessness of truth , as if it ...
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... beneath the random bield O ' clod or stane , Adorns the histie stibble - field , Unseen , alane . " There , in thy scanty mantle clad , Thy snawie bosom sunward spread , Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share ...
... beneath the random bield O ' clod or stane , Adorns the histie stibble - field , Unseen , alane . " There , in thy scanty mantle clad , Thy snawie bosom sunward spread , Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share ...
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... Beneath the random bield of clod or stone . ' Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower Near the lark's nest , and , in their natural hour , Have passed away , less happy than the one That by the unwilling ploughshare died to prove ...
... Beneath the random bield of clod or stone . ' Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower Near the lark's nest , and , in their natural hour , Have passed away , less happy than the one That by the unwilling ploughshare died to prove ...
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... beneath the silver beam , Crept gently - crusting o'er the glittering stream . ” And then the passage , rising to a higher strain of fancy , after the talk of the Auld Brig and the New is over : - " What further clishmaclaver might been ...
... beneath the silver beam , Crept gently - crusting o'er the glittering stream . ” And then the passage , rising to a higher strain of fancy , after the talk of the Auld Brig and the New is over : - " What further clishmaclaver might been ...
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... beneath them slowly ? ' What soul , whose wrongs degrade it , Would wait till time decayed it , When thus its wing At once may spring To the throne of Him who made it ? Farewell , Erin ! farewell , all Who live to weep our fall ! " Less ...
... beneath them slowly ? ' What soul , whose wrongs degrade it , Would wait till time decayed it , When thus its wing At once may spring To the throne of Him who made it ? Farewell , Erin ! farewell , all Who live to weep our fall ! " Less ...
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Términos y frases comunes
admirable Ancient Mariner auld bard beautiful beneath bonny Dundee bright Burns Byron's character Charles Lamb child Christabel Christie's Coleridge's criticism dark dead dear deep delight descriptive poetry early earth Edmund Spenser English poetry ENGLISH SONNETS faith fame fancy feeling frae French Revolution genius gentle glory happy HARTLEY COLERIDGE hath heart heaven honour human imagination Johnson language lecture light literary literature living look Lord love of nature lyrical poetry melody memory Milton mind minstrelsy moral never night o'er pass passage passion Petrarch POEMS OF HARTLEY poet poet's poetic Pope prose reader Revolution Samuel Taylor Coleridge Scott's Scottish sense sentiment Shakspeare song soul sound Southey Southey's Spenser spirit stanzas strain strong sweet sympathy Tam O'Shanter Thalaba thee thing thou thought tion true truth uttered verse voice Wat Tyler waves wild words Wordsworth's youth
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Página 260 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration ; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity ; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea. Listen ! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Página 122 - 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 192 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims aronnd him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Página 114 - I looked upon the rotting sea, And drew my eyes away; I looked upon the rotting deck, And there the dead men lay. I...
Página 120 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Página 283 - Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree, while the...
Página 195 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Página 215 - tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy ; for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Página 219 - Paradise, and groves Elysian, Fortunate Fields — like those of old Sought in the Atlantic Main — why should they be A history only of departed things, Or a mere fiction of what never was ? For the discerning intellect of Man, When wedded to this goodly universe In love and holy passion, shall find these A simple produce of the common day.
Página 115 - The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide; Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside...