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... line of selections is continued down to the poets of the present day , and the Compiler has to thank the authors . and proprietors of copyright works for their liberality in permitting him to avail himself of the riches of our recent ...
... line of selections is continued down to the poets of the present day , and the Compiler has to thank the authors . and proprietors of copyright works for their liberality in permitting him to avail himself of the riches of our recent ...
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... line of extracts . Had the ancient spelling been uniform and consistent , it might have been advisable to adopt it in the selections from the early poets ; but it is well known that the old ortho- graphy was almost without rule ; and ...
... line of extracts . Had the ancient spelling been uniform and consistent , it might have been advisable to adopt it in the selections from the early poets ; but it is well known that the old ortho- graphy was almost without rule ; and ...
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... lines are rhythmical , producing harmony by pauses and accents , however few or however numerous may be the syllables . In the extracts the syllabic system has been in general adopted , as more in accordance with the received systems of ...
... lines are rhythmical , producing harmony by pauses and accents , however few or however numerous may be the syllables . In the extracts the syllabic system has been in general adopted , as more in accordance with the received systems of ...
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... lines from the conclusion of the scene ) . Note the fact , that this word , with many others , has , since Shakespeare's days , lost caste in the fastidious ears of modern delicacy ; illustrate by " pate " ( Hamlet ) ; “ grunt ” for ...
... lines from the conclusion of the scene ) . Note the fact , that this word , with many others , has , since Shakespeare's days , lost caste in the fastidious ears of modern delicacy ; illustrate by " pate " ( Hamlet ) ; “ grunt ” for ...
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... Lines written in the Vale of Chamouni LORD LYTTON , born 1805 508 ; 471 Stanzas written in Dejection near Naples From the Duchess de la Valliere -Bragelone to the King 509 472 From the Lady of Lyons - Mel- To a Skylark 473 notte to ...
... Lines written in the Vale of Chamouni LORD LYTTON , born 1805 508 ; 471 Stanzas written in Dejection near Naples From the Duchess de la Valliere -Bragelone to the King 509 472 From the Lady of Lyons - Mel- To a Skylark 473 notte to ...
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Página 130 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages: Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great : Thou art past the tyrant's stroke.
Página 88 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath. That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Página 457 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet...
Página 93 - His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice. Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all. That ends this strange eventful history. Is second childishness and mere oblivion; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything".
Página 574 - Tis the wind, and nothing more.' Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door; Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door, Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,...
Página 378 - Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might ; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Página 458 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!
Página 552 - 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. But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Página 90 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes, Tis mightiest in the mightiest, it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown. His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings: But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice...
Página 378 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind ; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be ; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering ; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.