The English Poets: Wordsworth to DobellThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1894 |
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... Lady Fitzgerald On the Departure of Sir Walter Scott from Abbotsford to Naples [ Past Years of Home ] SAMUEL ROGERS ( 1763-1855 ) • Extract from The Pleasures of Memory 82 83 83 84 84 85 888 85 86 86 87 87 88 • • • Sir Henry Taylor 89 ...
... Lady Fitzgerald On the Departure of Sir Walter Scott from Abbotsford to Naples [ Past Years of Home ] SAMUEL ROGERS ( 1763-1855 ) • Extract from The Pleasures of Memory 82 83 83 84 84 85 888 85 86 86 87 87 88 • • • Sir Henry Taylor 89 ...
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... Lady of Shalott Eleänore Of old sat Freedom on the Heights Love thou thy Land • You ask me , why , tho ' ill at ease 741 742 744 750 Prof. Febb 757 768 768 770 775 779 780 783 Morte d'Arthur 784 Ulysses 788 St. Agnes ' Eve 790 Break ...
... Lady of Shalott Eleänore Of old sat Freedom on the Heights Love thou thy Land • You ask me , why , tho ' ill at ease 741 742 744 750 Prof. Febb 757 768 768 770 775 779 780 783 Morte d'Arthur 784 Ulysses 788 St. Agnes ' Eve 790 Break ...
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... this is his own account of the purpose of his poetry . ( Letter to Lady Beaumont , May , 1807. ) He has given the same account in the Preface to The Excursion . ' Not Chaos , not The darkest pit of lowest THE ENGLISH POETS .
... this is his own account of the purpose of his poetry . ( Letter to Lady Beaumont , May , 1807. ) He has given the same account in the Preface to The Excursion . ' Not Chaos , not The darkest pit of lowest THE ENGLISH POETS .
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... Lady of my own . Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl , in rock and plain , In earth and heaven , in glade and bower , Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain . She shall be sportive as ...
... Lady of my own . Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl , in rock and plain , In earth and heaven , in glade and bower , Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain . She shall be sportive as ...
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... did wear His crown of weeds , but could not even sustain Some casual shout that broke the silent air , Or the unimaginable touch of Time . TO LADY FITZGERALD , IN HER SEVENTIETH YEAR . Such ( 1822 ) 86 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... did wear His crown of weeds , but could not even sustain Some casual shout that broke the silent air , Or the unimaginable touch of Time . TO LADY FITZGERALD , IN HER SEVENTIETH YEAR . Such ( 1822 ) 86 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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Página 57 - mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes! See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song; Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy...
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