Extracts from English LiteratureChapman and Hall, 1867 - 383 pages |
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... praise , And very few to love . A violet by a mossy stone , Half - hidden from the eye ! Fair as a star when only one Is shining in the sky . She lived unknown , and few could know When Lucy ceased to be : But she is in her grave , and ...
... praise , And very few to love . A violet by a mossy stone , Half - hidden from the eye ! Fair as a star when only one Is shining in the sky . She lived unknown , and few could know When Lucy ceased to be : But she is in her grave , and ...
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... it least ; For Honor dwells in hard attempts , my sons , And greatest praise in greatest peril wuns . FAIRFAX ' TASSO . Jerusalem Delivered , Book IX . , Canto 28 . In woods , in waves , in warres she wonts 26 SELECTIONS .
... it least ; For Honor dwells in hard attempts , my sons , And greatest praise in greatest peril wuns . FAIRFAX ' TASSO . Jerusalem Delivered , Book IX . , Canto 28 . In woods , in waves , in warres she wonts 26 SELECTIONS .
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... praise . GEORGE HERBERT . WHAT a piece of work is man ! How noble in reason ! how infinite in faculties ! in form , and moving , how express and ad- mirable ! in action , how like an angel ! in apprehension , how like a god ! the beauty ...
... praise . GEORGE HERBERT . WHAT a piece of work is man ! How noble in reason ! how infinite in faculties ! in form , and moving , how express and ad- mirable ! in action , how like an angel ! in apprehension , how like a god ! the beauty ...
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... Praise , blame , love , kisses , tears and smiles . And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A being breathing thoughtful breath , A traveller betwixt life and death ; The reason firm , the temperate will ...
... Praise , blame , love , kisses , tears and smiles . And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A being breathing thoughtful breath , A traveller betwixt life and death ; The reason firm , the temperate will ...
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... praise new - born gawds , Though they are made and moulded of things past ; And give to dust , that is a little gilt , More laud than gilt o'erdusted . The present eye praises the present object : Then marvel not , thou great and ...
... praise new - born gawds , Though they are made and moulded of things past ; And give to dust , that is a little gilt , More laud than gilt o'erdusted . The present eye praises the present object : Then marvel not , thou great and ...
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Page 236 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Page 326 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits, and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms...
Page 292 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Page 80 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Page 132 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Page 91 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 124 - O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Page 249 - To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
Page 276 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Page 344 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every Beast keep holiday...