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 |
Αναζήτηση στο βιβλίο
Αποτελέσματα 1 - 5 από τα 87.
Σελίδα 15
... light as he : A shallow brain behind a serious mask , An oracle within an empty cask , The solemn fop , significant and budge ; A fool with judges , amongst fools a judge ; He says but little , and that little said , Owes all its weight ...
... light as he : A shallow brain behind a serious mask , An oracle within an empty cask , The solemn fop , significant and budge ; A fool with judges , amongst fools a judge ; He says but little , and that little said , Owes all its weight ...
Σελίδα 19
... light , My Mary ! For , could I view nor them nor thee , What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me , My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline , Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet gently pressed , press ...
... light , My Mary ! For , could I view nor them nor thee , What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me , My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline , Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet gently pressed , press ...
Σελίδα 34
... light graces swim the green , And hovering Cupids aim their shafts un - een . But thon whose mind the well - attempered ray Of taste and virtue lights with purer day ; Whose finer sense with soft vibration owns With sweet responsive ...
... light graces swim the green , And hovering Cupids aim their shafts un - een . But thon whose mind the well - attempered ray Of taste and virtue lights with purer day ; Whose finer sense with soft vibration owns With sweet responsive ...
Σελίδα 35
... Light from her airy seat the goddess bounds , And steps celestial press the pansied grounds . Fair Spring advancing calls her feathered quire , And tunes to softer notes her laughing lyre ; Bids her gay hours on purple pinions move ...
... Light from her airy seat the goddess bounds , And steps celestial press the pansied grounds . Fair Spring advancing calls her feathered quire , And tunes to softer notes her laughing lyre ; Bids her gay hours on purple pinions move ...
Σελίδα 53
... Light as a bullet from a gun ; The other limped as if he had been shot . One saw the virgin , soon peccavi cried ; Had his soul whitewashed all so clever , When home again he nimbly hied , Made fit with saints above to live forever . In ...
... Light as a bullet from a gun ; The other limped as if he had been shot . One saw the virgin , soon peccavi cried ; Had his soul whitewashed all so clever , When home again he nimbly hied , Made fit with saints above to live forever . In ...
Άλλες εκδόσεις - Προβολή όλων
Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
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
Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
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.