Homes and Haunts of the Most Eminent British PoetsRoutledge, 1863 - 706 páginas |
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... seems to have pushed the people of his early days now far from us . No such change can occur again in our time , rapid and strange as are the shifting scenes of human life . May the few living men of genius who are yet included in this ...
... seems to have pushed the people of his early days now far from us . No such change can occur again in our time , rapid and strange as are the shifting scenes of human life . May the few living men of genius who are yet included in this ...
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... seems , had exerted himself zealously to secure the re - election of John of Northampton as mayor of London . There is much mystery attached to the cause of the riot which took place ; but as this Comberton , or John of North- ampton ...
... seems , had exerted himself zealously to secure the re - election of John of Northampton as mayor of London . There is much mystery attached to the cause of the riot which took place ; but as this Comberton , or John of North- ampton ...
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... seems to have possessed considerable merit , and it is to be regretted that it is not restored . Tyrwhitt says , " They who are disposed to believe the pilgrimage to have been real , and to have happened in 1383 , may support their ...
... seems to have possessed considerable merit , and it is to be regretted that it is not restored . Tyrwhitt says , " They who are disposed to believe the pilgrimage to have been real , and to have happened in 1383 , may support their ...
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... seems to have extended the name of Mole to the entire range of hills which run along the northern and eastern limits of the county of Cork , and divide it from Limerick and Tipperary . In one place he speaks of a river rising from the ...
... seems to have extended the name of Mole to the entire range of hills which run along the northern and eastern limits of the county of Cork , and divide it from Limerick and Tipperary . In one place he speaks of a river rising from the ...
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... seems perfectly exhaustless . The richest pastures , the most abundant and overshadowing trees , everywhere . In the little garden close to the house , and lying on the verge of the precipice , all glowing with dahlias , still remains a ...
... seems perfectly exhaustless . The richest pastures , the most abundant and overshadowing trees , everywhere . In the little garden close to the house , and lying on the verge of the precipice , all glowing with dahlias , still remains a ...
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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!