Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British and American Authors, with Specimens of Their Writings, Τόμοι 5-6Robert Chambers American Book Exchange, 1880 |
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Σελίδα iv
... Charles Lamb ( 1775-1834 ) .. Forest Scenes - From " John Wood- ..189 The Deaf Dalesman . 131 vil " . .... ..190 London , 1802 134 The World is too much with Us .... 134 To Hester - The Old Familiar Faces.193 A Farewell to Tobacco ...
... Charles Lamb ( 1775-1834 ) .. Forest Scenes - From " John Wood- ..189 The Deaf Dalesman . 131 vil " . .... ..190 London , 1802 134 The World is too much with Us .... 134 To Hester - The Old Familiar Faces.193 A Farewell to Tobacco ...
Σελίδα 123
... Charles Lamb as displaying ' won- derful power and spirit . ' Lamb also considered Blake's little poem on the tiger as glorious . ' The remaining works of the artist were " Twenty - one Illustrations to the Book of Job , ' and two works ...
... Charles Lamb as displaying ' won- derful power and spirit . ' Lamb also considered Blake's little poem on the tiger as glorious . ' The remaining works of the artist were " Twenty - one Illustrations to the Book of Job , ' and two works ...
Σελίδα 146
... Charles Lamb for a school - fellow . He describes him- self as being , from eight to fourteen , a playless day - dreamer , a hellua librorum , ' and in this instance , the child was father of the man , ' for such was Coleridge to the ...
... Charles Lamb for a school - fellow . He describes him- self as being , from eight to fourteen , a playless day - dreamer , a hellua librorum , ' and in this instance , the child was father of the man , ' for such was Coleridge to the ...
Σελίδα 189
... CHARLES LAMB . CHARLES LAMB , a poet and a delightful essayist , of quaint pecu- liar humour and fancy , was born in London on the 10th February 1775. His father was in humble circumstances , servant and friend to one of the benchers of ...
... CHARLES LAMB . CHARLES LAMB , a poet and a delightful essayist , of quaint pecu- liar humour and fancy , was born in London on the 10th February 1775. His father was in humble circumstances , servant and friend to one of the benchers of ...
Σελίδα 190
... Charles Lamb to his bosom - friend Coleridge , the unhappy and un- conscious instrument of the Almighty's judgments on our house , is restored to her senses ; to a dreadful sense and recollection of what has passed , awful to her mind ...
... Charles Lamb to his bosom - friend Coleridge , the unhappy and un- conscious instrument of the Almighty's judgments on our house , is restored to her senses ; to a dreadful sense and recollection of what has passed , awful to her mind ...
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admiration afterwards Aiken-drum Allan Cunningham Allan Ramsay appeared bawbee beauty beneath bonny breath bright Burns Byron character Charles Lamb charm clouds Cockpen dark dear death deep delight died dream earth ELIZABETH INCHBALD eyes fair fancy father fear feeling flowers frae genius grave green hame hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hill honour hope Horace Smith hour John Kilmeny lady lassie light literary live look Lord Lord Byron mind morning mountain native nature never night novel o'er passion poem poet poetical poetry published rose round says scenes Scotland Scott Scottish seemed shew silent Sir Walter Scott sleep smile song soul spirit stream sweet tale taste tears thee thine thing thou thought Twas Vathek verse voice volumes wandering wave wild William Laidlaw WILLIAM MOTHERWELL wind young youth
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Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 158 - The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 137 - Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.