Cyclopędia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British and American Authors, with Specimens of Their Writings, Volume 5Robert Chambers Amer. Book Exchange, 1879 - English literature |
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... sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear . Thus sitting , and surveying thus at ease The globe and its concerns , I seem advanced To some secure and more than mortal height , That liberates and exempts me from them all . Oh Winter ...
... sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear . Thus sitting , and surveying thus at ease The globe and its concerns , I seem advanced To some secure and more than mortal height , That liberates and exempts me from them all . Oh Winter ...
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... sound as the rock , A quarry of stout spurs and knotted fangs , Which crooked into a thousand whimsies , clasp The stubborn soil , and hold thee still erect . So stands a kingdom , whose foundation yet Fails not , in virtue and in ...
... sound as the rock , A quarry of stout spurs and knotted fangs , Which crooked into a thousand whimsies , clasp The stubborn soil , and hold thee still erect . So stands a kingdom , whose foundation yet Fails not , in virtue and in ...
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... sound . Each bottle had a curling ear , Though which the belt he drew , And hung a bottle on each side , To make his balance true . Then over all , that he might be Equipped from top to toe , Who cannot sit upright . He grasped the mane ...
... sound . Each bottle had a curling ear , Though which the belt he drew , And hung a bottle on each side , To make his balance true . Then over all , that he might be Equipped from top to toe , Who cannot sit upright . He grasped the mane ...
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... sound ! Ye bands of senators ! whose suffrage sways Britannia's realms , whom either Ind obeys ; Who right the injured and reward the brave , Stretch your strong arm , for ye have power to save ! Throned in the vaulted heart , his dread ...
... sound ! Ye bands of senators ! whose suffrage sways Britannia's realms , whom either Ind obeys ; Who right the injured and reward the brave , Stretch your strong arm , for ye have power to save ! Throned in the vaulted heart , his dread ...
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... sounds her soft symphonious shell . And if with thee some hapless maid should stray , Disastrous love companion of her way , Oh , lead her timid steps to yonder glade , Whose arching cliffs depending alders shade ; Where , as meek ...
... sounds her soft symphonious shell . And if with thee some hapless maid should stray , Disastrous love companion of her way , Oh , lead her timid steps to yonder glade , Whose arching cliffs depending alders shade ; Where , as meek ...
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Page 292 - 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 262 - 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 156 - 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 156 - 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 159 - 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 324 - 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 279 - 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 156 - 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 16 - 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 138 - 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.