Lancashire Poets: And Other Literary Sketches ; in a Series of Lectures (Dec. 1895 to March 1896)A. Heywood, 1897 - 452 páginas |
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... bright wings a solemn splendour darted Through Eden's fresh and flowery shades , no more . Here is another beautiful thought of hers on " The Cottage Homes of England " : " " The cottage homes of England ! By thousands on our plains ...
... bright wings a solemn splendour darted Through Eden's fresh and flowery shades , no more . Here is another beautiful thought of hers on " The Cottage Homes of England " : " " The cottage homes of England ! By thousands on our plains ...
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... bright must fade , " " Those evening bells , " " Oft in the stilly night , " and other famous poems and songs . Byron paid Moore a splendid tribute when he said of him that his poetry , music , and voice were all his own , with an ...
... bright must fade , " " Those evening bells , " " Oft in the stilly night , " and other famous poems and songs . Byron paid Moore a splendid tribute when he said of him that his poetry , music , and voice were all his own , with an ...
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... bright ? Where the brave soldier ? where the matchless fair ? The gentle lady and the courtly knight ? Through the high lattice moss and ivy still Peep forth and whisper , ' We their places fill . ' The following lines are from " Lays ...
... bright ? Where the brave soldier ? where the matchless fair ? The gentle lady and the courtly knight ? Through the high lattice moss and ivy still Peep forth and whisper , ' We their places fill . ' The following lines are from " Lays ...
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... bright and fascinating picture , which is thus shown to us , as it were , by a temporary burst of sun- shine , is now presented in a sombre light : - " But the cold world its legions sends Of cares and toils and griefs and pains ...
... bright and fascinating picture , which is thus shown to us , as it were , by a temporary burst of sun- shine , is now presented in a sombre light : - " But the cold world its legions sends Of cares and toils and griefs and pains ...
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... bright at eve Were closed ere the morn ! And one had just attained to power , And wist not he should die ; Till the arrow smote his stream of life , And left the cistern dry ! Another's gone , and who comes next Of all the 20.
... bright at eve Were closed ere the morn ! And one had just attained to power , And wist not he should die ; Till the arrow smote his stream of life , And left the cistern dry ! Another's gone , and who comes next Of all the 20.
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Alcuin ancient Applause bards Barton Booth beautiful Bede beggars Boadicea Board of Guardians born borough Britons Burns Caedmon called century charms Chaucer Christ Church Costley David Holt death delight died doctor England English entitled eyes fair father favourite flowers friends gave genius give glory hear heart heaven Herrick interest Ireland Irish Irish poetry island John Killarney King labour lady lake Lakes of Killarney Lancashire land language lines literature lived London Lord lyrical Manchester mountains nature never o'er passed Pendleton pleasure poem poetical poetry poets Poor Laws praise Queen Romans Ross Castle Ruskin Saint Salford Salford Board scenery sing song speak Spenser spirit sweet tell thee things Thomas Costley Thomas Moore thou thought town tramp trees truth verse Wilson words workhouse writers young
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Página 61 - To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain by turns dismayed, The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Página 107 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Página 171 - To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God Whom we adore, Be glory, as it was, is now, And shall be evermore.
Página 24 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed ; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Página 91 - mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, "When upward-springing, blythe, to greet, The purpling east. Cauld blew the bitter-biting north Upon thy early, humble birth ; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm, Scarce rear'd above the parent earth Thy tender form. The flaunting flowers our gardens yield, High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield ; But thou, beneath the random bield O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field Unseen, alane.
Página 125 - Do you question the young children in the sorrow-, Why their tears are falling so ? The old man may weep for his to-morrow, Which is lost in Long Ago. The old tree is leafless in the forest, The old year is ending in the frost, — The old wound, if stricken, is the sorest, The old hope is hardest to be lost.
Página 91 - Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem: To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Página 260 - DEAR Harp of my country ! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp ! I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song...
Página 313 - O, how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, » And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven...
Página 254 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle. To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew.