Chambers's Cyclopaedia of English Literature: A History Critical and Biographical of Authors in the English Tongue from the Earliest Times Till the Present Day, with Specimens of Their Writing, Volumen 3W. & R. Chambers, 1903 |
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... Death was , indeed , rapidly approaching . He said to the chaplain , Doctor , I have not been a great sinner ; ' and after a short pause , Remember that I leave Lady Hamilton and my daughter Horatia as a legacy to my country . His ...
... Death was , indeed , rapidly approaching . He said to the chaplain , Doctor , I have not been a great sinner ; ' and after a short pause , Remember that I leave Lady Hamilton and my daughter Horatia as a legacy to my country . His ...
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... Death is not far behind : ' words which his father had used in one of the last letters that he addressed to his sons at Oxford . On the 17th of that month he took cold after preaching at Lambeth . For some days he struggled against an ...
... Death is not far behind : ' words which his father had used in one of the last letters that he addressed to his sons at Oxford . On the 17th of that month he took cold after preaching at Lambeth . For some days he struggled against an ...
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... death of his first - born , and offering a visit , recalled him to Keswick . As it fell out , Southey remained at Greta Hall , first as guest , then as co - tenant , and finally as the sole occupier till his death in 1843 ; while ...
... death of his first - born , and offering a visit , recalled him to Keswick . As it fell out , Southey remained at Greta Hall , first as guest , then as co - tenant , and finally as the sole occupier till his death in 1843 ; while ...
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... DEATH ? and are there two ? IS DEATH that Woman's mate ? Her lips were red , her looks were free , Her locks were yellow as gold : Her skin was as white as leprosy , The Night - Mare LIFE - IN - DEATH was she , Who thicks man's blood ...
... DEATH ? and are there two ? IS DEATH that Woman's mate ? Her lips were red , her looks were free , Her locks were yellow as gold : Her skin was as white as leprosy , The Night - Mare LIFE - IN - DEATH was she , Who thicks man's blood ...
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... death . He moved his family from house to house , sometimes in the city , sometimes in the outskirts ; after the death of his wife ( 1837 ) he found a home for his children at Lasswade . He did his literary work in rooms at No. 42 ...
... death . He moved his family from house to house , sometimes in the city , sometimes in the outskirts ; after the death of his wife ( 1837 ) he found a home for his children at Lasswade . He did his literary work in rooms at No. 42 ...
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Página 428 - The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Página 25 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Página 105 - 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, and the fruit-tree wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
Página 139 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Página 145 - I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
Página 104 - O for a draught of vintage, that hath been Cool'da long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora...
Página 116 - 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.
Página 67 - My shaping spirit of Imagination. For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to be still and patient, all I can; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature all the natural man — This was my sole resource, my only plan : Till that which suits a part infects the whole, And now is almost grown the habit of my soul.
Página 104 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Página 17 - That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion ; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.