Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British and American Authors, with Specimens of Their Writings, Volumen5Robert Chambers Amer. Book Exchange, 1879 |
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... poets as surpass beyond comparison any who have appeared since the last national struggle for civil and religious liberty . The most unfailing herald , companion , and fol- lower of the awakening of a great people to work a beneficial ...
... poets as surpass beyond comparison any who have appeared since the last national struggle for civil and religious liberty . The most unfailing herald , companion , and fol- lower of the awakening of a great people to work a beneficial ...
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... poems and essays , he contributed to a periodical established at Cal- cutta , entitled ' The Asiatic Miscellany ... poem itself he did not live to attempt . In 1789 , Sir William translated an ancient Indian drama , ' Sacontala , or ...
... poems and essays , he contributed to a periodical established at Cal- cutta , entitled ' The Asiatic Miscellany ... poem itself he did not live to attempt . In 1789 , Sir William translated an ancient Indian drama , ' Sacontala , or ...
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... poem of ' The Task . ' This memorable friendship was at length dissolved . The lady exacted too much of the time and ... poems , when com- pared with " The Task , " are like formal gardens in comparison with woodland scenery . ' As soon ...
... poem of ' The Task . ' This memorable friendship was at length dissolved . The lady exacted too much of the time and ... poems , when com- pared with " The Task , " are like formal gardens in comparison with woodland scenery . ' As soon ...
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... poem was the ' Castaway , ' a strain of touching and beautiful verse , which shewed no decay of his poetical powers ... poets than Cowper , but none so entirely incorporated , as it were , with our daily existence - none so completely a ...
... poem was the ' Castaway , ' a strain of touching and beautiful verse , which shewed no decay of his poetical powers ... poets than Cowper , but none so entirely incorporated , as it were , with our daily existence - none so completely a ...
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... poems ( Table Talk , ' The Pro- gress of Error , ' Truth , ' Expostulation , ' ' Hope , ' Charity , ' & c . ) did not ... poem of ' Conversation ' in this volume is rich in Addisonian humour and satire , and formed no unworthy prelude to ...
... poems ( Table Talk , ' The Pro- gress of Error , ' Truth , ' Expostulation , ' ' Hope , ' Charity , ' & c . ) did not ... poem of ' Conversation ' in this volume is rich in Addisonian humour and satire , and formed no unworthy prelude to ...
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Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.