Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British Authors, with Specimens of Their Writings, Volumen 2Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers W. & R. Chambers, 1876 |
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... Hill ... .. THE ANTI - JACOBIN POETRY ... Ships of the Line in Port , by Canning .. The Friend of Humanity and the Knife - grinder . Song by Rogero in The Rovers ... Canning's Epitaph on his Son ... Epitaph on Dr Johnson .... 7 Hymn to ...
... Hill ... .. THE ANTI - JACOBIN POETRY ... Ships of the Line in Port , by Canning .. The Friend of Humanity and the Knife - grinder . Song by Rogero in The Rovers ... Canning's Epitaph on his Son ... Epitaph on Dr Johnson .... 7 Hymn to ...
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... Hill .. .120 . 71 Coronach , from the Lady of the Lake . 120 72 Songs from Quentin Durward and The Pirate .. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner . From the Ode to the Departing Year .. 73 Hymn of the Hebrew Maid . - From Ivanhoe ... 76 LORD ...
... Hill .. .120 . 71 Coronach , from the Lady of the Lake . 120 72 Songs from Quentin Durward and The Pirate .. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner . From the Ode to the Departing Year .. 73 Hymn of the Hebrew Maid . - From Ivanhoe ... 76 LORD ...
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... HILL BURTON ( born in 1809 ) ..... The Scottish Language after the Revolution COSMO INNES ( 1798-1874 ) .... .583 Old England .... .624 .583 .583 .583 SIR THOMAS ERSKINE MAY ( born in 1815 ) Free Constitution of British Colonies ...
... HILL BURTON ( born in 1809 ) ..... The Scottish Language after the Revolution COSMO INNES ( 1798-1874 ) .... .583 Old England .... .624 .583 .583 .583 SIR THOMAS ERSKINE MAY ( born in 1815 ) Free Constitution of British Colonies ...
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... hill to hill the rushing host pursued , And viewed his banner , or believed she viewed . Pleased with the distant roar , with quicker tread , Fast by his hand one lisping boy she led ; And one fair girl amid the loud alarm Slept on her ...
... hill to hill the rushing host pursued , And viewed his banner , or believed she viewed . Pleased with the distant roar , with quicker tread , Fast by his hand one lisping boy she led ; And one fair girl amid the loud alarm Slept on her ...
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... Hill . FIRST OF MAY . Though clouds obscured the morning hour , And keen and eager blew the blast , And drizzling fell the cheerless shower , As , doubtful , to the skiff we passed : All soon , propitious to our prayer , Gave promise of ...
... Hill . FIRST OF MAY . Though clouds obscured the morning hour , And keen and eager blew the blast , And drizzling fell the cheerless shower , As , doubtful , to the skiff we passed : All soon , propitious to our prayer , Gave promise of ...
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Página 141 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown, The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone.
Página 117 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly...
Página 64 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Página 65 - Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Página 139 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Página 142 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Página 134 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground...
Página 142 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Página 77 - Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest? 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?...
Página 110 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry. Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet ; And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.