Studies from the English PoetsLongman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1852 - 519 pagina's |
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... AUTHOR OF ENGLISH , OR THE ART OF COMPOSITION , " 66 HELPS TO ENGLISH GRAMMAR , " ETC. " Good Sense is the body of poetic genius ; Fancy , its drapery ; Motion , its life ; and Imagination , the soul that is everywhere and in each , and ...
... AUTHOR OF ENGLISH , OR THE ART OF COMPOSITION , " 66 HELPS TO ENGLISH GRAMMAR , " ETC. " Good Sense is the body of poetic genius ; Fancy , its drapery ; Motion , its life ; and Imagination , the soul that is everywhere and in each , and ...
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... Author of all being , Fountain of light , thyself invisible Amidst the glorious brightness where thou sit'st Throned inaccessible , but when thou shad'st The full blaze of thy beams , and through a cloud Drawn round about thee like a ...
... Author of all being , Fountain of light , thyself invisible Amidst the glorious brightness where thou sit'st Throned inaccessible , but when thou shad'st The full blaze of thy beams , and through a cloud Drawn round about thee like a ...
Pagina 338
... author of his fate . Prophetess . In Hoder's hand the hero's doom : His brother sends him to the tomb . Now my weary lips I close : Leave me , leave me , to repose . Odin . Prophetess , my spell obey : Once again arise , and say Who the ...
... author of his fate . Prophetess . In Hoder's hand the hero's doom : His brother sends him to the tomb . Now my weary lips I close : Leave me , leave me , to repose . Odin . Prophetess , my spell obey : Once again arise , and say Who the ...
Pagina 342
... , in Sussex , flows close to the village where Otway was born . 4 An English poet ; the author of " Venice preserved . " Thy temple's pride design : Its southern site , its 342 [ LYRICAL STUDIES FROM THE ENGLISH POETS .
... , in Sussex , flows close to the village where Otway was born . 4 An English poet ; the author of " Venice preserved . " Thy temple's pride design : Its southern site , its 342 [ LYRICAL STUDIES FROM THE ENGLISH POETS .
Pagina 359
... 1 An allusion to Milesian tales ; some of the earliest romances . 2 Cervantes ' " Don Quixote . " 3 Le Sage ; author of " Gil Blas . " 4 A kind of pale blue colour . Who drew the sad Sicilian maid , By virtues in POETRY . ] 359 ODES .
... 1 An allusion to Milesian tales ; some of the earliest romances . 2 Cervantes ' " Don Quixote . " 3 Le Sage ; author of " Gil Blas . " 4 A kind of pale blue colour . Who drew the sad Sicilian maid , By virtues in POETRY . ] 359 ODES .
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Pagina 144 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Pagina 183 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Pagina 502 - Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore and darken all the strand. Contented toil and hospitable care, And kind connubial tenderness are there; And piety, with wishes placed above, And steady loyalty and faithful love.
Pagina 185 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word, — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle...
Pagina 285 - If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge: if a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? why, revenge. The villany you teach me I will execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Pagina 497 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.
Pagina 357 - Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train And rudely rends thy robes ; So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name ! W.
Pagina 495 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...
Pagina 494 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Pagina 362 - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kissed the strings, Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound ; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.