English Literature of Nineteenth Century: On the Plan of the Author's "Compendium of English Literature" and Supplementary to It. Designed for Colleges and Advanced ClassesBancroft, 1869 - 798 páginas |
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... dark , eternally to shine . When Heaven to all thy joys bestows , And graves upon our hearts - be free- Shall coward man those joys resign , And dare reverse this great decree ? Submit him to some idol - king , Some selfish , passion ...
... dark , eternally to shine . When Heaven to all thy joys bestows , And graves upon our hearts - be free- Shall coward man those joys resign , And dare reverse this great decree ? Submit him to some idol - king , Some selfish , passion ...
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... darkness and woe , Why , lone Philomela , that languishing fall ? For spring shall return , and a lover bestow , And sorrow no longer thy bosom inthrall . But , if pity inspire thee , renew the sad lay , Mourn , sweetest complainer ...
... darkness and woe , Why , lone Philomela , that languishing fall ? For spring shall return , and a lover bestow , And sorrow no longer thy bosom inthrall . But , if pity inspire thee , renew the sad lay , Mourn , sweetest complainer ...
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... darkness thou only canst free ! " And darkness and doubt are now flying away ; No longer I roam in conjecture forlorn : So breaks on the traveller , faint and astray , The bright and the balmy effulgence of morn . See Truth , Love , and ...
... darkness thou only canst free ! " And darkness and doubt are now flying away ; No longer I roam in conjecture forlorn : So breaks on the traveller , faint and astray , The bright and the balmy effulgence of morn . See Truth , Love , and ...
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... dark cloud , or , rather , very thick mist , hanging over the edge of the water , to the height , perhaps , of half a yard , and of the breadth of two or three yards , stretching along the coast as far as the eye could reach , and ...
... dark cloud , or , rather , very thick mist , hanging over the edge of the water , to the height , perhaps , of half a yard , and of the breadth of two or three yards , stretching along the coast as far as the eye could reach , and ...
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... dark and sullen sire ! Whose modest form , so delicately fine , Was nursed in whirling storms , And cradled in the winds ; Thee , when young Spring first question'd Winter's sway , And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight , Thee on ...
... dark and sullen sire ! Whose modest form , so delicately fine , Was nursed in whirling storms , And cradled in the winds ; Thee , when young Spring first question'd Winter's sway , And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight , Thee on ...
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English Literature of the Nineteenth Century: On the Plan of the Author's ... Charles Dexter Cleveland Vista de fragmentos - 1867 |
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Página 99 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Página 143 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Página 123 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown. For the Angel of Death...
Página 430 - THE world is too much with us: late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Página 541 - Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still ; and said, " I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.
Página 127 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Página 124 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Página 82 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Página 220 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Página 430 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.