Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British and American Authors, with Specimens of Their Writings, Volúmenes 5-6Robert Chambers American Book Exchange, 1880 |
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... volume of hymns , but his morbid melancholy gained ground , and in 1773 it became a case of decided insanity . About two years were passed in this unhappy state . The poet , as appears from a diary kept by New- ton , would have been ...
... volume of hymns , but his morbid melancholy gained ground , and in 1773 it became a case of decided insanity . About two years were passed in this unhappy state . The poet , as appears from a diary kept by New- ton , would have been ...
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... volume was published . Its success was instant and decided . The public were glad to hear the true voice of poetry and of nature , and in the rural descriptions and fireside scenes of The Task , ' they saw the features of English ...
... volume was published . Its success was instant and decided . The public were glad to hear the true voice of poetry and of nature , and in the rural descriptions and fireside scenes of The Task , ' they saw the features of English ...
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... volume was coldly received . The subjects of his poems ( Table Talk , ' The Pro- gress of Error , ' Truth , ' Expostulation , ' ' Hope , ' ' Charity , ' & c . ) did not promise much , and his manner of handling them was not calcu- lated ...
... volume was coldly received . The subjects of his poems ( Table Talk , ' The Pro- gress of Error , ' Truth , ' Expostulation , ' ' Hope , ' ' Charity , ' & c . ) did not promise much , and his manner of handling them was not calcu- lated ...
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... volume of devotional pieces compiled from the Psalms , and another volume of ' Hymns in Prose ' for children . In 1786 , Mr. and Mrs. Barbauld established themselves at Hampstead , and there several tracts proceeded from the pen of our ...
... volume of devotional pieces compiled from the Psalms , and another volume of ' Hymns in Prose ' for children . In 1786 , Mr. and Mrs. Barbauld established themselves at Hampstead , and there several tracts proceeded from the pen of our ...
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... volume of miscellaneous poems , characterized by a simple and placid tenderness . She is more celebrated for her novels to be afterwards noticed - and for her general literary merits and association with all the eminent MRS . OPIE ...
... volume of miscellaneous poems , characterized by a simple and placid tenderness . She is more celebrated for her novels to be afterwards noticed - and for her general literary merits and association with all the eminent MRS . OPIE ...
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Página 275 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Página 5 - Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No: — Men, high-minded men, With powers as far above dull brutes endued, In forest, brake, or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude; Men, who their duties know, But know their rights, and knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain. These constitute a state; And sovereign Law, that state's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill...
Página 17 - All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes ; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age...
Página 295 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Página 259 - He heard it, but he heeded not : his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He recked not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday, — All this rushed with his blood.
Página 378 - So the Lord scattered them abroad from thence upon the face of all the earth : and they left off to build the city.
Página 137 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother: And in the churchyard cottage I Dwell near them with my mother.
Página 283 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright.
Página 290 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown...
Página 290 - Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.