Homes and Haunts of the Most Eminent British Poets, Volume 1Harper & brothers, 1856 |
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Pagina 8
... road , gave to its possessors a considerable degree of authority . When it was originally built is uncertain , but , from a manuscript preserved in the Cottonian Library , it appears that it belonged to Walter Abberbury , who paid C ...
... road , gave to its possessors a considerable degree of authority . When it was originally built is uncertain , but , from a manuscript preserved in the Cottonian Library , it appears that it belonged to Walter Abberbury , who paid C ...
Pagina 9
... carman , and huge bales of goods lie before it , to go off by wagon or by rail - road . Wagons belonging to this establishment are go- ing in and out , and gigs and chaises are A 2 CHAUCER . Tabard Inn, Southwark PAGE.
... carman , and huge bales of goods lie before it , to go off by wagon or by rail - road . Wagons belonging to this establishment are go- ing in and out , and gigs and chaises are A 2 CHAUCER . Tabard Inn, Southwark PAGE.
Pagina 16
... daughter of the Earl of Leicester . In the tenth eclogue he lauds the Earl of Leicester as " the worthy whom the queen loves best ; " so that he was now got into the very high - road to preferment , and does 16 SPENSER .
... daughter of the Earl of Leicester . In the tenth eclogue he lauds the Earl of Leicester as " the worthy whom the queen loves best ; " so that he was now got into the very high - road to preferment , and does 16 SPENSER .
Pagina 17
William Howitt. the very high - road to preferment , and does not appear to have been backward to walk diligently in it . Leicester and Sidney , near kinsmen as they were , were just the two men of the whole kingdom to push the fortunes ...
William Howitt. the very high - road to preferment , and does not appear to have been backward to walk diligently in it . Leicester and Sidney , near kinsmen as they were , were just the two men of the whole kingdom to push the fortunes ...
Pagina 71
... road leading from Hammersmith suspension bridge to Wimbledon . It is an old estate , and in Cowley's time must have been tolerably solitary . Since then the road just mentioned has been made across the estate , and an inn built close to ...
... road leading from Hammersmith suspension bridge to Wimbledon . It is an old estate , and in Cowley's time must have been tolerably solitary . Since then the road just mentioned has been made across the estate , and an inn built close to ...
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Addison afterward Allan Cunningham amid ancient Ballater Ballymahon beautiful Bunhill Fields Burns Burns's Byron called castle Chatterton Chaucer church cottage court Cowper daughter death descendants Dryden Earl Edgeworthstown England fame father feeling friends garden genius glorious Goldsmith Gray ground hand haunts heart hills honor Ireland Johnson Kilkenny Lady land literary lived London look Lord Lord Byron marriage meadows miles Milton mind monument mother mountains nature never noble Oliver Goldsmith once park poem poet poet's poetical poetry poor Pope present Queen residence river road Robert Burns says scene seems Shakspeare Shelley side Sir William Sir William Stanhope soul Spenser spirit spot stands Swift Tam O'Shanter Tarbolton terton thing Thomas Chatterton Thomson Tighe tion took tower town trees Twickenham verses village walk wall whole wife William Canynge woods wrote
Populaire passages
Pagina 330 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Pagina 102 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
Pagina 247 - Ah! little think the gay licentious proud, "Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround ; They who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth And wanton, often cruel, riot waste ;— Ah ! little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain...
Pagina 81 - I know each lane, and every alley green, Dingle, or bushy dell of this wild wood, And every bosky bourn from side to side, My daily walks and ancient neighbourhood...
Pagina 37 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares, The Poets, who on earth have made us Heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
Pagina 102 - The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread : Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said : But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Pagina 523 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Pagina 106 - But, oh ! as to embrace me she inclined, I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.
Pagina 480 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Pagina 318 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love.