Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British and American Authors, with Specimens of Their Writings, Volúmenes5-6Robert Chambers American Book Exchange, 1880 |
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... Morning at Ravenna . Description of a Fountain . PAGE . PAGE . .319 From " The Kitten " , .366 From Address to Miss Agnes 321 Baillie " . ..367 322 The Shepherd's Song . ..369 .322 William Knox ( 1789-1825 ) . Thomas Pringle ( 1788-1834 ) ...
... Morning at Ravenna . Description of a Fountain . PAGE . PAGE . .319 From " The Kitten " , .366 From Address to Miss Agnes 321 Baillie " . ..367 322 The Shepherd's Song . ..369 .322 William Knox ( 1789-1825 ) . Thomas Pringle ( 1788-1834 ) ...
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... morning of existence . That he was constitutionally prone to melancholy and insanity , seems undoubted ; but the predis- posing causes were as surely aggravated by his strict and secluded mode of life . Lady Hesketh was a better guide ...
... morning of existence . That he was constitutionally prone to melancholy and insanity , seems undoubted ; but the predis- posing causes were as surely aggravated by his strict and secluded mode of life . Lady Hesketh was a better guide ...
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... morning bounties ere I left my home , The biscuit or confectionary plum ; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestowed By thine own hand , till fresh they shone and glowed : All this , and more endearing still than all , Thy constant flow ...
... morning bounties ere I left my home , The biscuit or confectionary plum ; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestowed By thine own hand , till fresh they shone and glowed : All this , and more endearing still than all , Thy constant flow ...
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... morning came , the chaise was brought , But yet was not allowed To drive up to the door , lest all Should say that she was proud . So three doors off the chaise was stayed , Where they did all get in ; Six precious souls , and all agog ...
... morning came , the chaise was brought , But yet was not allowed To drive up to the door , lest all Should say that she was proud . So three doors off the chaise was stayed , Where they did all get in ; Six precious souls , and all agog ...
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... morning breathes her saffron gale And bathes the landscape'- P. - Pshaw ; I have it here , ' A voice seraphic grasps my listening ear : Wondering I gaze ; when lo ! methought afar , More bright than dauntless day's imperial star , A ...
... morning breathes her saffron gale And bathes the landscape'- P. - Pshaw ; I have it here , ' A voice seraphic grasps my listening ear : Wondering I gaze ; when lo ! methought afar , More bright than dauntless day's imperial star , A ...
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Página 140 - tis her privilege. Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy; for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues. Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Página 324 - Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerily still, and said, "I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.
Página 158 - The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.
Página 290 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seemed a splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Página 137 - Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Página 247 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, uncertain, coy, and hard to please, and variable as the shade by the light, quivering aspen made ; when pain and anguish wring the brow, a ministering angel thou...
Página 26 - For saddle-tree scarce reached had he, His journey to begin, When, turning round his head, he saw Three customers come in. So down he came; for loss of time, Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, Would trouble him much more. Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came down stairs, 'The wine is left behind!' 'Good lack,' quoth he — 'yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword, When I do exercise.
Página 138 - To them I may have owed another gift, Of aspect more sublime : that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world. Is lightened; that serene and blessed mood.
Página 297 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Página 291 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.