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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... Turning Point of his Life . 514 Portia ....... Pentecostal Gift 516 Traces of the Ocean .. 516 GEORGE CROLY ...... 565 509 569 570 576 True Happiness of Working - Men .......... 517 Progress of European Civilization ......... 577 Last ...
... Turning Point of his Life . 514 Portia ....... Pentecostal Gift 516 Traces of the Ocean .. 516 GEORGE CROLY ...... 565 509 569 570 576 True Happiness of Working - Men .......... 517 Progress of European Civilization ......... 577 Last ...
Σελίδα 19
... turn'd , nor trembled at the deathful stroke ! And he of later age , but equal fame , Dared stab the tyrant , though he loved the friend . How burnt the Spartan1 with warm patriot flame , In thy great cause his valorous life to end ...
... turn'd , nor trembled at the deathful stroke ! And he of later age , but equal fame , Dared stab the tyrant , though he loved the friend . How burnt the Spartan1 with warm patriot flame , In thy great cause his valorous life to end ...
Σελίδα 20
... turn The polish'd Attic page ; Nor seldom , if nor Fortune damp my wings , Nor dire Disease , to soar to Pindus ' hill , My hours , my soul devote To Poesy and Love ! POPE AS A POET . Thus have I endeavored to give a critical account ...
... turn The polish'd Attic page ; Nor seldom , if nor Fortune damp my wings , Nor dire Disease , to soar to Pindus ' hill , My hours , my soul devote To Poesy and Love ! POPE AS A POET . Thus have I endeavored to give a critical account ...
Σελίδα 24
... turn . It is favorable to many vir- tues . Whereas to be entirely devoid of relish for eloquence , poetry , or any of the fine arts , is justly construed to be an unpro- mising symptom of youth , and raises suspicions of their being ...
... turn . It is favorable to many vir- tues . Whereas to be entirely devoid of relish for eloquence , poetry , or any of the fine arts , is justly construed to be an unpro- mising symptom of youth , and raises suspicions of their being ...
Σελίδα 28
... turn of mind , as the man of the world would call it , should not always incline them to practise poetry or painting , we need not scruple to affirm that without some portion of this enthusiasm no person ever became a true poet or ...
... turn of mind , as the man of the world would call it , should not always incline them to practise poetry or painting , we need not scruple to affirm that without some portion of this enthusiasm no person ever became a true poet or ...
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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.