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Page 6
And they are fools who roam : While to the world we live unknown , The world
has nothing to bestow ; Or by the world forgot : From our own selves our joys
must flow , Monarchs ! we envy not your state ; And that dear hut - our home . We
look ...
And they are fools who roam : While to the world we live unknown , The world
has nothing to bestow ; Or by the world forgot : From our own selves our joys
must flow , Monarchs ! we envy not your state ; And that dear hut - our home . We
look ...
Page 11
In him Demosthenes was heard again ; Liberty taught him her Athenian strain ;
She clothed him with authority and awe , Spoke from his lips , and in his looks
gave aw . His speech , his form , his action full of grace , And all his country
beaming ...
In him Demosthenes was heard again ; Liberty taught him her Athenian strain ;
She clothed him with authority and awe , Spoke from his lips , and in his looks
gave aw . His speech , his form , his action full of grace , And all his country
beaming ...
Page 12
The freedom acquired by composition , and especially the presence of Lady
Austen , led to more valuable results ; and when he entered upon The Task , ' he
was far more disposed to look at the sunny side of things , and to launch into
general ...
The freedom acquired by composition , and especially the presence of Lady
Austen , led to more valuable results ; and when he entered upon The Task , ' he
was far more disposed to look at the sunny side of things , and to launch into
general ...
Page 15
His wit invites you by his looks to come , But when you knock , it never is at home
: ' Tis like a parcel sent you by the stage , Some handsome present , as your
hopes presage ; " Tis heavy , bulky , and bids fair to prove An absent friend ' s
fidelity ...
His wit invites you by his looks to come , But when you knock , it never is at home
: ' Tis like a parcel sent you by the stage , Some handsome present , as your
hopes presage ; " Tis heavy , bulky , and bids fair to prove An absent friend ' s
fidelity ...
Page 19
How oft the sadness that I shew , Partakers of thy sad decline , Transforms thy
smiles to looks of woe , Thy hands their little force resign ; My Mary ! Yet gently
pressed , press gently mine , My Mary ! And should my future lot be cast With
much ...
How oft the sadness that I shew , Partakers of thy sad decline , Transforms thy
smiles to looks of woe , Thy hands their little force resign ; My Mary ! Yet gently
pressed , press gently mine , My Mary ! And should my future lot be cast With
much ...
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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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