Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British and American Authors, with Specimens of Their Writings, Volume 3Robert Chambers Amer. Book Exchange, 1879 - English literature |
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... o'er With Nature's hand , not Art's ; and pleasures yield , Horace might envy in his Sabine field . Thus would I double my life's fading space , For he that runs it well , twice runs his race . And in this true delight , These unbought ...
... o'er With Nature's hand , not Art's ; and pleasures yield , Horace might envy in his Sabine field . Thus would I double my life's fading space , For he that runs it well , twice runs his race . And in this true delight , These unbought ...
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... o'er our heads the frozen Pleiads shine : ' Tis liberty that crowns Britannia's isle , And makes her barren rocks and her bleak mountains smile . How are thy servants blest , O Lord ! How sure is their defence ! Eternal wisdom is their ...
... o'er our heads the frozen Pleiads shine : ' Tis liberty that crowns Britannia's isle , And makes her barren rocks and her bleak mountains smile . How are thy servants blest , O Lord ! How sure is their defence ! Eternal wisdom is their ...
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... o'er pale Britannia passed , Calm and serene he drives the furious blast , And , pleased th ' Almighty's orders to perform , Rides in the whirlwind , and directs the storm . The concluding simile of the angel has been much celebrated ...
... o'er pale Britannia passed , Calm and serene he drives the furious blast , And , pleased th ' Almighty's orders to perform , Rides in the whirlwind , and directs the storm . The concluding simile of the angel has been much celebrated ...
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... o'er his own dead son . CATO . Whate'er the Roman virtue has subdued . The sun's whole course , the day and year , are Cæsar's . For him the self - devoted Decii died , [ A side . The Fabii fell , and the great Scipios conquered : Even ...
... o'er his own dead son . CATO . Whate'er the Roman virtue has subdued . The sun's whole course , the day and year , are Cæsar's . For him the self - devoted Decii died , [ A side . The Fabii fell , and the great Scipios conquered : Even ...
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... know , child - the Sun , How after his journey he sets up his rest ; If at morning o'er earth ' tis his fancy to run , At night he reclines on his Thetis's breast . So when I am wearied with wandering all day , 150 [ TO 1727 . CYCLOPÆDIA ...
... know , child - the Sun , How after his journey he sets up his rest ; If at morning o'er earth ' tis his fancy to run , At night he reclines on his Thetis's breast . So when I am wearied with wandering all day , 150 [ TO 1727 . CYCLOPÆDIA ...
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Page 315 - There shall be sung another golden age, The rise of empire and of arts, The good and great inspiring epic rage, The wisest heads and noblest hearts. " Not such as Europe breeds in her decay ; Such as she bred when fresh and young, When heavenly flame did animate her clay, By future poets shall be sung. " Westward the course of empire takes its way ; The four first acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day ; Time's noblest offspring is the last.
Page 397 - Of man's miraculous mistakes this bears The palm, ' That all men are about to live, For ever on the brink of being born.' All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day shall not drivel : and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise ; At least, their own ; their future selves applaud How excellent that life they ne'er will lead.
Page 299 - Great in the earth as in the ethereal frame, Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees : Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent...
Page 193 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Page 87 - All the images of nature were still present to him, and he drew them not laboriously but luckily : when he describes anything you more than see it, you feel it too. Those who accuse him to have wanted learning, give him the greater commendation : he was naturally learned ; he needed not the spectacles of books to read nature ; he looked inwards, and found her there.
Page 290 - Behold, I go forward, but he is not there ; and backward, but I cannot perceive him : on the left hand, where he doth work, but I cannot behold him : he hideth himself on the right hand, that I cannot see him : but he knoweth the way that I take : when he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold.
Page 182 - Aonian maids, Delight no more — O Thou my voice inspire Who touched Isaiah's hallowed lips with fire ! . Rapt into future times, the bard begun : A Virgin shall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son ! From Jesse's...
Page 283 - Cast thy eyes eastward, said he, and tell me what thou seest. I see, said I, a huge valley, and a prodigious tide of water rolling through it. The valley that thou seest, said he, is the vale of misery ; and the tide of water that thou seest, is part of the great tide of eternity. What is the reason...
Page 395 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they? With the years beyond the flood.
Page 194 - Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies. His wit all seesaw, between that and this, Now high, now low, now master up, now miss, And he himself one vile antithesis.