English Literature of Nineteenth Century: On the Plan of the Author's "Compendium of English Literature" and Supplementary to It. Designed for Colleges and Advanced ClassesBancroft, 1869 - 798 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 32
... rest . Be all my prayer for virtue and for peace . Of wealth and fame , of pomp and power possess'd , Who ever felt his weight of wo decrease ? Ah ! what avails the lore of Rome and Greece , The lay heaven - prompted , and harmonious ...
... rest . Be all my prayer for virtue and for peace . Of wealth and fame , of pomp and power possess'd , Who ever felt his weight of wo decrease ? Ah ! what avails the lore of Rome and Greece , The lay heaven - prompted , and harmonious ...
Σελίδα 38
... rest ; whilst , to the imbecility of age , quietness and repose become positive gratifications . In one important step the advantage is with the old . A state of ease is , generally speaking , more attainable than a state of pleasure ...
... rest ; whilst , to the imbecility of age , quietness and repose become positive gratifications . In one important step the advantage is with the old . A state of ease is , generally speaking , more attainable than a state of pleasure ...
Σελίδα 41
... rest joining in a sort of chorus . The air was sweet and plaintive , and the words , lite- rally translated , were these : - " The winds roared and the rains fell . The poor white man , faint and weary , came and sat under our tree . He ...
... rest joining in a sort of chorus . The air was sweet and plaintive , and the words , lite- rally translated , were these : - " The winds roared and the rains fell . The poor white man , faint and weary , came and sat under our tree . He ...
Σελίδα 57
... rest ! Forget , forego thine earthly part , Thy heavenly being trust ! Ah , vain attempt ! my coward heart Still shuddering clings to dust . O ye who soothe the pangs of death With love's own patient care , Still , still retain this ...
... rest ! Forget , forego thine earthly part , Thy heavenly being trust ! Ah , vain attempt ! my coward heart Still shuddering clings to dust . O ye who soothe the pangs of death With love's own patient care , Still , still retain this ...
Σελίδα 64
... rests ; the anvil's din Hath ceased ; all , all around is quietness . Less fearful on this day , the limping hare ... rest enjoys . Hail , Sabbath ! thee I hail , the poor man's day ! On other days the man of toil is doom'd To eat his ...
... rests ; the anvil's din Hath ceased ; all , all around is quietness . Less fearful on this day , the limping hare ... rest enjoys . Hail , Sabbath ! thee I hail , the poor man's day ! On other days the man of toil is doom'd To eat his ...
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English Literature of the Nineteenth Century: On the Plan of the Author's ... Charles Dexter Cleveland Προβολή αποσπασμάτων - 1867 |
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Σελίδα 99 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Σελίδα 143 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Σελίδα 123 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown. For the Angel of Death...
Σελίδα 430 - THE world is too much with us: late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Σελίδα 541 - Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still ; and said, " I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.
Σελίδα 127 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Σελίδα 124 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Σελίδα 82 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Σελίδα 220 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Σελίδα 430 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.