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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... gave him tear for tear ; I had no comfort left to give - it might intrusion be : ' Adieu , adieu , thou faithless world , thou wert not made for me ! ' I thought that there was friendship , but that's a gem most rare ; I thought that ...
... gave him tear for tear ; I had no comfort left to give - it might intrusion be : ' Adieu , adieu , thou faithless world , thou wert not made for me ! ' I thought that there was friendship , but that's a gem most rare ; I thought that ...
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... gave to men of genius was generous and judicious . He was the attached and faithful friend of the celebrated Joseph Lancaster , who founded free schools on the monitorial system , and was one of the first trustees of the Royal ...
... gave to men of genius was generous and judicious . He was the attached and faithful friend of the celebrated Joseph Lancaster , who founded free schools on the monitorial system , and was one of the first trustees of the Royal ...
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... , And with true hearts , thy brethren of the fight Wept as they veiled their drooping banners o'er thee , And the deep guns with rolling peals gave token That Lyre and Sword were broken ! Thou hast a hero's tomb ! -a lowlier bed Is 24.
... , And with true hearts , thy brethren of the fight Wept as they veiled their drooping banners o'er thee , And the deep guns with rolling peals gave token That Lyre and Sword were broken ! Thou hast a hero's tomb ! -a lowlier bed Is 24.
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... Gave everything else its agreeable sound . Rose , what is become of thy delicate hue ? And where is the violet's beautiful blue ? Does aught of its sweetness the blossom beguile ? That meadow , those daises , why do they now smile ? Ah ...
... Gave everything else its agreeable sound . Rose , what is become of thy delicate hue ? And where is the violet's beautiful blue ? Does aught of its sweetness the blossom beguile ? That meadow , those daises , why do they now smile ? Ah ...
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... gave him unutterable delight . Procter has himself , however , done justice to his first master in his " Barber's Shop , " and done it so well that it forms not a little part of the interest of that book . After the death of poor Dodd ...
... gave him unutterable delight . Procter has himself , however , done justice to his first master in his " Barber's Shop , " and done it so well that it forms not a little part of the interest of that book . After the death of poor Dodd ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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.