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Darker days were at hand . Cowper ' s father was now dead , his patrimony was
small , and he was in his thirty - second year , almost unprovided with an aim , '
for the law was with him a mere nominal profession . In this crisis of his fortunes ...
Darker days were at hand . Cowper ' s father was now dead , his patrimony was
small , and he was in his thirty - second year , almost unprovided with an aim , '
for the law was with him a mere nominal profession . In this crisis of his fortunes ...
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He lingered on for more than three years , still under the same dark shadow of
religious despondenoy and terror , but occasionally writing , and listening
attentively to works read to him by his friends . His last poem was the ' Castaway ,
' a ...
He lingered on for more than three years , still under the same dark shadow of
religious despondenoy and terror , but occasionally writing , and listening
attentively to works read to him by his friends . His last poem was the ' Castaway ,
' a ...
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Thus genius rose and set at ordered times , And shot a day - spring into distant
climes , Ennobling every region that he chose . He sunk in Greece , in Italy he
rose ; And , tedious years of Gothic darkness past , . Emerged all splendour in our
...
Thus genius rose and set at ordered times , And shot a day - spring into distant
climes , Ennobling every region that he chose . He sunk in Greece , in Italy he
rose ; And , tedious years of Gothic darkness past , . Emerged all splendour in our
...
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... their branches dark , To the dwarf moss that clings upon their bark , What
beaux and beauties crowd the gaudy groves . And woo and win their vegetable
loves . * How snowdrops cold , and blue - eyed barebells , blend Their tender
tears , as ...
... their branches dark , To the dwarf moss that clings upon their bark , What
beaux and beauties crowd the gaudy groves . And woo and win their vegetable
loves . * How snowdrops cold , and blue - eyed barebells , blend Their tender
tears , as ...
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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 storm ...
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 storm ...
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Page 290 - 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...
Page 260 - 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...
Page 154 - 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.
Page 154 - 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.
Page 157 - 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...
Page 322 - 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.
Page 277 - 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.
Page 154 - 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.
Page 14 - 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!
Page 136 - 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.
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| Title | Cyclopędia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British and American Authors, with Specimens of Their Writings, Volume 5 Cyclopędia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British and American Authors, with Specimens of Their Writings, Robert Carruthers |
| Editor | Robert Chambers |
| Publisher | Amer. Book Exchange, 1879 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 15 Dec 2006 |
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