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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... Star of Bethlehem . 89 Year " . ... 160 Britain a Thousand Years hence ... 89 Hymn in the Vale of Chamouzi ..... 161 The Christiad 90 Love .. .163 James Grahame 1765-1811 ) . 90 From " Frost at Midnight ..164 Apostrophe to Scotland . 91 ...
... Star of Bethlehem . 89 Year " . ... 160 Britain a Thousand Years hence ... 89 Hymn in the Vale of Chamouzi ..... 161 The Christiad 90 Love .. .163 James Grahame 1765-1811 ) . 90 From " Frost at Midnight ..164 Apostrophe to Scotland . 91 ...
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... star or two just twinkling on thy brow Suffices thee ; save that the moon is thine No less than hers : not worn indeed on high With ostentatious pageantry , but set With modest grandeur in thy purple zone , Resplendent less , but of an ...
... star or two just twinkling on thy brow Suffices thee ; save that the moon is thine No less than hers : not worn indeed on high With ostentatious pageantry , but set With modest grandeur in thy purple zone , Resplendent less , but of an ...
Σελίδα 31
... stars , exult in youthful prime , Mark with bright curves the printless steps of time : Near and more near your ... Star after star from heaven's high arch shall rush , DARWIN . ] 31 ENGLISH LITERATURE .
... stars , exult in youthful prime , Mark with bright curves the printless steps of time : Near and more near your ... Star after star from heaven's high arch shall rush , DARWIN . ] 31 ENGLISH LITERATURE .
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... Star after star from heaven's high arch shall rush , Suns sink on suns , and systems , systems crush , Headlong , extinct , to one dark centre fall , And death , and night , and chaos mingle all ! Till o'er the wreck , emerging from the ...
... Star after star from heaven's high arch shall rush , Suns sink on suns , and systems , systems crush , Headlong , extinct , to one dark centre fall , And death , and night , and chaos mingle all ! Till o'er the wreck , emerging from the ...
Σελίδα 36
... stars of gold , and mystic knots of love ; Heard the exulting shout , They run ! they run ! ' ' Great God ! ' she cried , he ' s safe ! the battle's won ! ' A ball now hisses through the airy tides- Some fury winged it , and some demon ...
... stars of gold , and mystic knots of love ; Heard the exulting shout , They run ! they run ! ' ' Great God ! ' she cried , he ' s safe ! the battle's won ! ' A ball now hisses through the airy tides- Some fury winged it , and some demon ...
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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.