Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British and American Authors, with Specimens of Their Writings, Τόμος 5Robert Chambers Amer. Book Exchange, 1879 |
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... hand , Would give thy poet more delight Than all Bokhara's haunted gold , Than all the gems of Samarcand . Boy , let yon liquid ruby flow , And bid thy pensive heart be glad , Whate'er the frowning zealots say : Tell them , their Eden ...
... hand , Would give thy poet more delight Than all Bokhara's haunted gold , Than all the gems of Samarcand . Boy , let yon liquid ruby flow , And bid thy pensive heart be glad , Whate'er the frowning zealots say : Tell them , their Eden ...
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... hand in hand , through life we'll go ; Its checkered paths of joy and woe With cautious steps we'll tread ; Quit its vain scenes without a tear , Without a trouble or a fear , And mingle with the dead : While conscience , like a ...
... hand in hand , through life we'll go ; Its checkered paths of joy and woe With cautious steps we'll tread ; Quit its vain scenes without a tear , Without a trouble or a fear , And mingle with the dead : While conscience , like a ...
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... hand Would strive to make a Paul or Tully stand . No sycophant or slave that dared oppose Her sacred cause , but trembled when he rose ; And every venal stickler for the yoke , Felt himself crushed at the first word he spoke . Neither ...
... hand Would strive to make a Paul or Tully stand . No sycophant or slave that dared oppose Her sacred cause , but trembled when he rose ; And every venal stickler for the yoke , Felt himself crushed at the first word he spoke . Neither ...
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... hand , till fresh they shone and glowed : All this , and more endearing still than all , Thy constant flow of love , that knew no fall , Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks , That humour interposed too often makes ; All this ...
... hand , till fresh they shone and glowed : All this , and more endearing still than all , Thy constant flow of love , that knew no fall , Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks , That humour interposed too often makes ; All this ...
Σελίδα 21
... hand , with so much art Diversified , that two were never found Twins at all points - yet this obtains in all , That all discern a beauty in his works . And all can taste them : minds that have been formed And tutored , with a relish ...
... hand , with so much art Diversified , that two were never found Twins at all points - yet this obtains in all , That all discern a beauty in his works . And all can taste them : minds that have been formed And tutored , with a relish ...
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Σελίδα 292 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays...
Σελίδα 262 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, — roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin, — his control Stops with the shore; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Σελίδα 156 - Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist.
Σελίδα 156 - He struck with his o'ertaking wings And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Σελίδα 159 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes ; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
Σελίδα 324 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Σελίδα 279 - What thou art we know not: What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
Σελίδα 156 - And I had done a hellish thing. And it would work 'em woe: For all averred. I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Σελίδα 16 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, "Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Σελίδα 138 - Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild : these pastoral farms. Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees ! With some uncertain notice, as might seem Of vagrant Dwellers in the houseless woods, Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire The Hermit sits alone.