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... writer for the stage , and there is distinct evidence that his genius scarcely gave him bread . His dramas , which have been collected by Gifford , in four volumes , are of unequal merit ; but of some the dramatic power , the ...
... writer for the stage , and there is distinct evidence that his genius scarcely gave him bread . His dramas , which have been collected by Gifford , in four volumes , are of unequal merit ; but of some the dramatic power , the ...
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... writer , was born in 1775. He published a volume of poems when he was eighteen ; and has at various periods of his life enriched the poetry of his country with productions of no common merit . Mr. Landor was the early friend of Southey ...
... writer , was born in 1775. He published a volume of poems when he was eighteen ; and has at various periods of his life enriched the poetry of his country with productions of no common merit . Mr. Landor was the early friend of Southey ...
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... writer ; and thus people came to fancy that he was an idle dreamer . What he has left behind him will live and fructify , when the flashy contributions to the literature of the day of four - fifths of his contemporaries shall have ...
... writer ; and thus people came to fancy that he was an idle dreamer . What he has left behind him will live and fructify , when the flashy contributions to the literature of the day of four - fifths of his contemporaries shall have ...
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... writers , " furnished with a native stock , " who , despising accuracy and careful investigation , turned up their noses at those who were labouring to make knowledge the common possession of all . Jonathan Swift was born in 1667 , and ...
... writers , " furnished with a native stock , " who , despising accuracy and careful investigation , turned up their noses at those who were labouring to make knowledge the common possession of all . Jonathan Swift was born in 1667 , and ...
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... writers ( as dear Margaret New- castle would call them ) , when they would most sharply and feelingly paint a reverse of fortune , never stop till they have brought down their hero in good earnest to rags and the wallet . The depth of ...
... writers ( as dear Margaret New- castle would call them ) , when they would most sharply and feelingly paint a reverse of fortune , never stop till they have brought down their hero in good earnest to rags and the wallet . The depth of ...
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Página 573 - O'erhang his wavy bed : Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat With short, shrill shriek, flits by on leathern wing ; Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises 'midst the twilight path, Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Página 395 - I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Página 244 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Página 61 - All this long eve, so balmy and serene, Have I been gazing on the western sky, And its peculiar tint of yellow green : And still I gaze — -and with how blank an eye ! And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars ; Those stars, that glide behind them or between, Now sparkling, now bedimmed, but always seen : Yon crescent Moon, as fixed as if it grew In its own cloudless, starless lake of blue ; I see them all so excellently fair, I see, not feel, how...
Página 227 - The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup : thou maintainest my lot. The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage.
Página 394 - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Página 240 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth. by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. Stars they are, wherein we read our history, As astrologers and seers of eld ; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, Like the burning stars, which they beheld.
Página 380 - For want of a nail the shoe was lost ; for want of a shoe the horse was lost ; and for want of a horse the rider was lost; ' being overtaken and slain by the enemy, all for want of a little care about a horse-shoe nail.
Página 46 - If any man among you seem to be religious, and bridleth not his tongue, but deceiveth his own heart, this man's religion is vain.
Página 61 - O Lady! we receive but what we give And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!