Heroes of Literature: English Poets. A Book for Young ReadersSociety for promoting Christian knowledge, 1883 - 406 páginas |
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... hope pleasantly and profitably , through three centuries of our poetical literature . In doing this it will be my effort so to associate the poets with their times and with their literary con- temporaries , that the young student may ...
... hope pleasantly and profitably , through three centuries of our poetical literature . In doing this it will be my effort so to associate the poets with their times and with their literary con- temporaries , that the young student may ...
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... hope , to pine with fear and sorrow ; To fawn , to crouch , to wait , to ride , to run , To speed , to give , to want , to be undone . Unhappy wight , born to disastrous end , That doth his life in so long tendence spend ! " Spenser ...
... hope , to pine with fear and sorrow ; To fawn , to crouch , to wait , to ride , to run , To speed , to give , to want , to be undone . Unhappy wight , born to disastrous end , That doth his life in so long tendence spend ! " Spenser ...
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... hope the student will discover for himself , with- out the aid of a teacher , the noble lessons to be gathered from this divine poem - lessons which , like flowers by the wayside , instruct unconsciously and through the potent influence ...
... hope the student will discover for himself , with- out the aid of a teacher , the noble lessons to be gathered from this divine poem - lessons which , like flowers by the wayside , instruct unconsciously and through the potent influence ...
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... hope the tradition is a false one . * No English poet has expressed in such forcible language the evils of excess , and one does not like to believe that he was fatally overtaken in a fault of this kind . It is as though the spirit of ...
... hope the tradition is a false one . * No English poet has expressed in such forcible language the evils of excess , and one does not like to believe that he was fatally overtaken in a fault of this kind . It is as though the spirit of ...
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... hope he once expressed is not altogether unrealized- " Each man that lives , according to his power , On what he loves bestows an idle hour ; Instead of hounds that make the wooded hills Talk in a hundred voices to the rills , I like ...
... hope he once expressed is not altogether unrealized- " Each man that lives , according to his power , On what he loves bestows an idle hour ; Instead of hounds that make the wooded hills Talk in a hundred voices to the rills , I like ...
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Absalom and Achitophel admiration Andrew Marvell ballads beauty Ben Jonson biography Burns Byron called century character Charles Lamb charm Chaucer Coleridge Cowley Cowper critics Dean Church death delight died doubt Dryden Dunciad edition English poets essay expression eyes Faerie Queene fame fancy father faults feeling gained genius George Wither Grasmere Gray happy heart Herrick Homer honour imagination John Jonson judgment Keats Keble labour language letters lines literary literature live Lord Lord Byron Lycidas lyric Milton mind nature never noble o'er Paradise Lost passages passion perhaps pleasure poct poem poet poet's poetical poetry Pope Pope's praise prose published rhyme satire Scott Shakespeare Shelley song sonnets Southey Spenser spirit stanzas Stopford Brooke story student style sweet thee Thomas Gray Thomson thou thought tion true verse volume words Wordsworth worthy writes written wrote young readers youth
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Página 316 - Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife ! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
Página 24 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide ; To lose good days that might be better spent ; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow ; To feed on hope ; to pine with fear and sorrow ; To have thy Prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Página 188 - Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Página 92 - They are all gone into the world of light ! And I alone sit lingering here ; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear. It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast, Like stars upon some gloomy grove, Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest, After the sun's remove.
Página 368 - 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...
Página 236 - When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Página 138 - Farewell, happy fields, Where joy for ever dwells ; hail horrors, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessor ; one who brings A mind not to be changed by place, or time.
Página 105 - A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Página 261 - I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love ! Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past ; Thy image at our last embrace ; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr gurgling kissed his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thickening, green ; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twined amorous round the raptured scene.
Página 57 - Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.