Gems from the English Poets: Chaucer to Tennyson ; with Biographical Notices of the AuthorsAmerican News Company, 1889 - 503 sider |
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... Grave , " 210 212 213 JAMES THOMSON , 1700-1748 . Showers in Spring , 216 A Winter Landscape , 217 From " Hymn on the Seasons , " 218 From " The Castle of Indolence , " 219 Lavinia , 219 The Rule Britannia , 220 DAVID MALLETT , 1700 ...
... Grave , " 210 212 213 JAMES THOMSON , 1700-1748 . Showers in Spring , 216 A Winter Landscape , 217 From " Hymn on the Seasons , " 218 From " The Castle of Indolence , " 219 Lavinia , 219 The Rule Britannia , 220 DAVID MALLETT , 1700 ...
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... Grave of Anna , WILLIAM SOTHEBY , 1757-1883 . Staffa , ROBERT BURNS , 1759-1796 . From " The Cotters ' Saturday Night , " To a Mouse , Death and Dr Hornbook , 309 309 310 312 • 313 . 314 315 317 318 319 321 321 • • 322 323 324 325 U 326 ...
... Grave of Anna , WILLIAM SOTHEBY , 1757-1883 . Staffa , ROBERT BURNS , 1759-1796 . From " The Cotters ' Saturday Night , " To a Mouse , Death and Dr Hornbook , 309 309 310 312 • 313 . 314 315 317 318 319 321 321 • • 322 323 324 325 U 326 ...
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... Graves of a Household , WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT , 1794- The Indian at Burying Place , JOHN KEATS , 1795-1820 . From Hyperion , " Deep in the shady sadness , " 454 455 456 · 457 458 459 461 461 463 464 466 467 468 469 470 Autumn Seasons of ...
... Graves of a Household , WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT , 1794- The Indian at Burying Place , JOHN KEATS , 1795-1820 . From Hyperion , " Deep in the shady sadness , " 454 455 456 · 457 458 459 461 461 463 464 466 467 468 469 470 Autumn Seasons of ...
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... grave , and reverend signiors , My very noble and approved good masters ; That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter , It is most true ; true , I have married her ; The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent , no more ...
... grave , and reverend signiors , My very noble and approved good masters ; That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter , It is most true ; true , I have married her ; The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent , no more ...
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... grave . Thou , Love , taught'st me , by making me Love her who doth neglect both me and thee , To invent and practise this one way to annihilate all three . Ben Jonson . Born 1574 . Died 1637 . BENJAMIN JOHN DONNE . 65.
... grave . Thou , Love , taught'st me , by making me Love her who doth neglect both me and thee , To invent and practise this one way to annihilate all three . Ben Jonson . Born 1574 . Died 1637 . BENJAMIN JOHN DONNE . 65.
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Side 241 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke: How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor.
Side 264 - 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; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Side 265 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew...
Side 368 - The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.
Side 89 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Side 148 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Side 105 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung ; Silence was pleased : now glowed the firmament With living sapphires : Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length, Apparent queen, unveiled her peerless light, And o'er the...
Side 264 - More bent to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train...
Side 240 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Side 95 - The hooked chariot stood Unstained with hostile blood; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovereign Lord was by.