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 sider |
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... of Mezereon ...... 57 Burial of Sir John Moore ... ................................................... .. Song , -To Mary . 100 ེ ལ་ ཚེ་ མཚན ཝ ནྲྀ 98 99 CHARLES WOLFE : Blindness of Milton .. ROBERT BLOOMFIELD ... 9.
... of Mezereon ...... 57 Burial of Sir John Moore ... ................................................... .. Song , -To Mary . 100 ེ ལ་ ཚེ་ མཚན ཝ ནྲྀ 98 99 CHARLES WOLFE : Blindness of Milton .. ROBERT BLOOMFIELD ... 9.
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... Songs ..... 310 The Town and Country Child ... The French Invasion .. 365 312 Fireplaces 366 The Poet's Bridal Song . 313 Anti - Melancholy . 366 A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea ... 314 The Passions .... 366 American Freedom .. 367 ROBERT ...
... Songs ..... 310 The Town and Country Child ... The French Invasion .. 365 312 Fireplaces 366 The Poet's Bridal Song . 313 Anti - Melancholy . 366 A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea ... 314 The Passions .... 366 American Freedom .. 367 ROBERT ...
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... Song ... 439 The Old Soldier .. 483 Fame 440 Love of Country and of Home ............ 485 Night ...... 486 DAVID MACBETH MOIR .. 441 Aspirations of Youth ......... 487 Casa Wappy 412 The Common Lot 488 Weep not for Her ... 445 Friend ...
... Song ... 439 The Old Soldier .. 483 Fame 440 Love of Country and of Home ............ 485 Night ...... 486 DAVID MACBETH MOIR .. 441 Aspirations of Youth ......... 487 Casa Wappy 412 The Common Lot 488 Weep not for Her ... 445 Friend ...
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... .. 560 Life and Death .... 610 The Blessings of Liberty The Empire that is Lasting ... 561 Cradle Song of the Poor 611 563 ........ Words ......... PAGE PAGE WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR .. ... 612 Roger Ascham 14 CONTENTS .
... .. 560 Life and Death .... 610 The Blessings of Liberty The Empire that is Lasting ... 561 Cradle Song of the Poor 611 563 ........ Words ......... PAGE PAGE WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR .. ... 612 Roger Ascham 14 CONTENTS .
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... Song . In Memoriam Godiva .... MARTIN FARQUHAR TUPPER ... Of Compensation .. Forgive and Forget ........................ ... 703 ELIZA COOK .. 742 704 The Old Arm - Chair .. 742 704 The World .... 743 705 Home in the Heart . 744 706 ...
... Song . In Memoriam Godiva .... MARTIN FARQUHAR TUPPER ... Of Compensation .. Forgive and Forget ........................ ... 703 ELIZA COOK .. 742 704 The Old Arm - Chair .. 742 704 The World .... 743 705 Home in the Heart . 744 706 ...
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Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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!
Side 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...
Side 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!
Side 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.