The book of English poetry, with critical and biogr. sketches of the poets1853 |
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... amid the rivalries of political parties , the ap- pointment was disputed , and Cowper was required to appear before the House of Lords . The dread of this had such an effect on his sensitive mind , though involving nothing more than any ...
... amid the rivalries of political parties , the ap- pointment was disputed , and Cowper was required to appear before the House of Lords . The dread of this had such an effect on his sensitive mind , though involving nothing more than any ...
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... amid the severest toil and privations to obtain the bare necessaries of life ; and to the sufferings and trials which he witnessed and endured in youth , his brother ascribed the habitual melancholy which characterized his later years ...
... amid the severest toil and privations to obtain the bare necessaries of life ; and to the sufferings and trials which he witnessed and endured in youth , his brother ascribed the habitual melancholy which characterized his later years ...
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... Amid many privations , and the diffi- culties of so uncongenial an occupation , he still found time , both while he held the farm of Ellisland , and after his removal to Dumfries , to write some vigorous poems , as well as many of the ...
... Amid many privations , and the diffi- culties of so uncongenial an occupation , he still found time , both while he held the farm of Ellisland , and after his removal to Dumfries , to write some vigorous poems , as well as many of the ...
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... Amid the storm , Scarce reared above the parent earth Thy tender form . The flaunting flowers our gardens yield , High sheltering woods and wa's maun shield ! But thou , beneath the random bield O ' clod or stane , Adorns't the histie ...
... Amid the storm , Scarce reared above the parent earth Thy tender form . The flaunting flowers our gardens yield , High sheltering woods and wa's maun shield ! But thou , beneath the random bield O ' clod or stane , Adorns't the histie ...
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... amid my friends I'd be , Like the high leaves upon the holly tree . And should my youth , as youth is apt , I know , Some harshness show , All vain asperities , I day by day Would wear away ; Till the smooth temper of my age should be ...
... amid my friends I'd be , Like the high leaves upon the holly tree . And should my youth , as youth is apt , I know , Some harshness show , All vain asperities , I day by day Would wear away ; Till the smooth temper of my age should be ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Allan Ramsay amid beauty Ben Jonson beneath blessed born breast breath bright burning CAROLINE BOWLES Charles II Chaucer clouds crown dark dead death deep died dost doth dread dream Earl of Surrey earth EDMUND SPENSER Elizabethan era England eternal eyes fair fame father flowers frae gaze genius gentle glorious glory glowing grace grave green happy hast hath heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre holy honour hour HYMN king land light live look Lord lyre mind morning mountain never night noble o'er pain PHILIP MASSINGER poems poet praise pride Queen rise round shade Shakspeare shine sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound Spenser spirit spring stars storm stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought vale voice waves weary weep Westminster Abbey wild wind wings wood youth
Pasajes populares
Página 81 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Página 142 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Página 346 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Página 145 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Página 431 - And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake let us sit upon the ground...
Página 378 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. 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...
Página 260 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
Página 136 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Página 145 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook Or by a cider-press, with patient look Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Página 58 - THOU lingering star, with lessening ray That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my heart was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...