Homes and Haunts of the Most Eminent British PoetsRoutledge, 1863 - 706 páginas |
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... Mother Hubbard's Tale , " the most lively picture of court attendance and its consequent chagrins that ever was painted . " Full little knowest thou that hast not tryd , What hell it is in suing long to byde ; To lose good days that ...
... Mother Hubbard's Tale , " the most lively picture of court attendance and its consequent chagrins that ever was painted . " Full little knowest thou that hast not tryd , What hell it is in suing long to byde ; To lose good days that ...
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... mother , and his wife , were all of the same name " The which three times thrice happy hath me made With gifts of body , fortune , and of minde , Ye three Elizabeths , for ever live , That thus such graces unto me did give . " Here ...
... mother , and his wife , were all of the same name " The which three times thrice happy hath me made With gifts of body , fortune , and of minde , Ye three Elizabeths , for ever live , That thus such graces unto me did give . " Here ...
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... mother and her new husband documents belonging to his estate , which they withheld . He married , as already stated ... mother's side , from Spenser ; and the Travers , of Clifton , near Cork , are lineal descendants of Spenser's sister ...
... mother and her new husband documents belonging to his estate , which they withheld . He married , as already stated ... mother's side , from Spenser ; and the Travers , of Clifton , near Cork , are lineal descendants of Spenser's sister ...
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... mother laid in the grave before he went his father had probably quitted Horton when the civil war broke out , and betaken himself to the security of Reading , a fortified town ; for on the surrender of that town to the Earl of Essex ...
... mother laid in the grave before he went his father had probably quitted Horton when the civil war broke out , and betaken himself to the security of Reading , a fortified town ; for on the surrender of that town to the Earl of Essex ...
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... mother , yet it does not appear that they received the slightest notice or assistance from their wealthier relations of Shotover . Yet his third daughter , Deborah , had great need of it , and , in many respects , well deserved it . She ...
... mother , yet it does not appear that they received the slightest notice or assistance from their wealthier relations of Shotover . Yet his third daughter , Deborah , had great need of it , and , in many respects , well deserved it . She ...
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Página 200 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year ; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor...
Página 193 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Página 202 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place ; The white-wash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door ; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
Página 205 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change his place; Unpractised he to fawn, or seek for power, By doctrines fashioned to the varying hour; Far other aims his heart had learned to prize, More skilled to raise the wretched than to rise.
Página 34 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Página 295 - Homer ruled as his demesne: Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Página 272 - Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot, But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener, Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet cap, 'Tis now become a history little...
Página 306 - And then I clasped my hands, and looked around — (But none was near to mock my streaming eyes, Which poured their warm drops on the sunny ground) — So without shame I spake — I will be wise, And just, and free, and mild, if in me lies Such power ; for I grow weary to behold The selfish and the strong still tyrannize Without reproach or check.
Página 192 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Página 59 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!