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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... Thought suggested by the New Dr. Reginald Heber ( 1783-1826 ) . Palestine .. .294 294 Year .... 223 Matthew Gregory Lewis ( 1775-1818 ) ... 229 Darandarte and Belerma .. 233 Alonzo the Brave and the Fair Imog- ine ... 234 Sir Water ...
... Thought suggested by the New Dr. Reginald Heber ( 1783-1826 ) . Palestine .. .294 294 Year .... 223 Matthew Gregory Lewis ( 1775-1818 ) ... 229 Darandarte and Belerma .. 233 Alonzo the Brave and the Fair Imog- ine ... 234 Sir Water ...
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... thought they must have died , they were so bad ; Their peevish hearers almost wished they had . Some fretful tempers wince at every touch , You always do too little or too much : You speak with life , in hopes to entertain- Your ...
... thought they must have died , they were so bad ; Their peevish hearers almost wished they had . Some fretful tempers wince at every touch , You always do too little or too much : You speak with life , in hopes to entertain- Your ...
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... thought , that thou art safe , and he ! That thought is joy , arrive what may to me My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned , and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretentions rise- The son of parents ...
... thought , that thou art safe , and he ! That thought is joy , arrive what may to me My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned , and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretentions rise- The son of parents ...
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... thought , even in her coarsest works , Delight in agitation , yet sustain The force that agitates , not unimpaired ; But worn by frequent impulse , to the cause Of their best tone their dissolution owe . Thought cannot spend itself ...
... thought , even in her coarsest works , Delight in agitation , yet sustain The force that agitates , not unimpaired ; But worn by frequent impulse , to the cause Of their best tone their dissolution owe . Thought cannot spend itself ...
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... thoughts employ , Which soothes my sorrow and augments my joy ; Whence lonely peace and social pleasure springs , And ... thought , With charity's diffusive spirit fraught . There all the best of mental gifts she placed , Vigour of ...
... thoughts employ , Which soothes my sorrow and augments my joy ; Whence lonely peace and social pleasure springs , And ... thought , With charity's diffusive spirit fraught . There all the best of mental gifts she placed , Vigour of ...
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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.