Cyclopędia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British Authors, from the Earliest to the Present Times, Volume 2Robert Chambers |
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... Wind , 504 The November Fog of London , REV . H. F. CARY , WILLIAM SOTHEBY , 479 Sword Chant of Thorstein Raudi , 504 479 ROBERT NICOLL , 505 479 We are Brethren a ' , 505 MB MITCHELL , LORD STRANGFORD , 479 Thoughts of Heaven , 505 479 ...
... Wind , 504 The November Fog of London , REV . H. F. CARY , WILLIAM SOTHEBY , 479 Sword Chant of Thorstein Raudi , 504 479 ROBERT NICOLL , 505 479 We are Brethren a ' , 505 MB MITCHELL , LORD STRANGFORD , 479 Thoughts of Heaven , 505 479 ...
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... wind is up : hark ! how it howls ! methinks Till now I never heard a sound so dreary ! Doors creak , and windows ... winds expire so soft . Behold him ! in the evening tide of life , A life well spent , whose early care it was His ...
... wind is up : hark ! how it howls ! methinks Till now I never heard a sound so dreary ! Doors creak , and windows ... winds expire so soft . Behold him ! in the evening tide of life , A life well spent , whose early care it was His ...
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... wind and star our friend ; Then melts into the Spring : soft Spring , with breath and that man is born to die ! On Life , Death , and Immortality . Tired Nature's sweet restorer , balmy Sleep ! He , like the world , his ready visit pays ...
... wind and star our friend ; Then melts into the Spring : soft Spring , with breath and that man is born to die ! On Life , Death , and Immortality . Tired Nature's sweet restorer , balmy Sleep ! He , like the world , his ready visit pays ...
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... wind , Cluster the rolling fogs , and swim along The dusky - mantled lawn . Meanwhile the moon , Full - orbed , and breaking through the scattered clouds , Shows her broad visage in the crimsoned east . Turned to the sun direct her ...
... wind , Cluster the rolling fogs , and swim along The dusky - mantled lawn . Meanwhile the moon , Full - orbed , and breaking through the scattered clouds , Shows her broad visage in the crimsoned east . Turned to the sun direct her ...
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... wind , and crushing rain , Beat keen and heavy on thy tender years ? Oh let me now into a richer soil Transplant thee safe ! where vernal suns and showers Diffuse their warmest , largest influence ; And of my garden be the pride and joy ...
... wind , and crushing rain , Beat keen and heavy on thy tender years ? Oh let me now into a richer soil Transplant thee safe ! where vernal suns and showers Diffuse their warmest , largest influence ; And of my garden be the pride and joy ...
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Page 325 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Page 327 - Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on. — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Page 56 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 382 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly...
Page 406 - 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. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...
Page 398 - And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest on mine airy nest As still as a brooding dove. That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer...
Page 410 - But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him,— But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Page 340 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Page 406 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise: Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 340 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.