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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... adieu , thou faithless world , thou wert not made for me ! ' I thought his heart had broken , so heavy were his sighs , I thought his tears would dry up the fountains of his eyes ; • Oh ! ' twas a grievous thing to hear , xxiv .
... adieu , thou faithless world , thou wert not made for me ! ' I thought his heart had broken , so heavy were his sighs , I thought his tears would dry up the fountains of his eyes ; • Oh ! ' twas a grievous thing to hear , xxiv .
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... hear , a piteous sight to see : ' Adieu , adieu , thou faithless world , thou wert not made for me ! ' His sorrow pierced my bosom , in all I took my share ; My sighs his sighs re - echoed , I gave him tear for tear ; I had no comfort ...
... hear , a piteous sight to see : ' Adieu , adieu , thou faithless world , thou wert not made for me ! ' His sorrow pierced my bosom , in all I took my share ; My sighs his sighs re - echoed , I gave him tear for tear ; I had no comfort ...
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... hear When other maids I praise ; I would not have my brother by When upon her I gaze . The dew were from the lily gone , The gold had lost its shine , If any but my love herself Could hear me call her mine . " Similar sentiments are ...
... hear When other maids I praise ; I would not have my brother by When upon her I gaze . The dew were from the lily gone , The gold had lost its shine , If any but my love herself Could hear me call her mine . " Similar sentiments are ...
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... hear Within thy lowly walls for evermore ! More characteristic of the style of Mrs. Hemans , and more ambitious , is the poem entitled " The Grave of Korner . " Of the subject of this poem Mrs. Jamieson writes : - " Korner joined ...
... hear Within thy lowly walls for evermore ! More characteristic of the style of Mrs. Hemans , and more ambitious , is the poem entitled " The Grave of Korner . " Of the subject of this poem Mrs. Jamieson writes : - " Korner joined ...
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... ( Hear , hear . ) Mr. COSTLEY seconded the resolution . Mr. Steinthal was a man who when he said he would do a thing did it . He was greatly indebted personally to Mr. Steinthal for taking the chair at that the first lecture of the series ...
... ( Hear , hear . ) Mr. COSTLEY seconded the resolution . Mr. Steinthal was a man who when he said he would do a thing did it . He was greatly indebted personally to Mr. Steinthal for taking the chair at that the first lecture of the series ...
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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.