Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British and American Authors, with Specimens of Their Writings, Volumen 5Robert Chambers Amer. Book Exchange, 1879 |
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... Night . 169 ..105 Robert Southey ( 1774-1843 ) . 170 Dream of the Condemned Felon ... 106 Story of a Betrothed Pair . Extract from " Joan of Arc " . .171 ..107 Night in the Desert - From " Tha- An English Fen - Gipsies .109 laba " 173 ...
... Night . 169 ..105 Robert Southey ( 1774-1843 ) . 170 Dream of the Condemned Felon ... 106 Story of a Betrothed Pair . Extract from " Joan of Arc " . .171 ..107 Night in the Desert - From " Tha- An English Fen - Gipsies .109 laba " 173 ...
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... Night - The Pelican Island ... ... 312 Picture of Modern Greece .. 256 The Recluse - Aspirations of Youth 313 Red Battle , the Demon of War .. 257 The Common Lot . .314 Ancient Greece .. 258 Prayer - Home .. ..214 Lake Leman ( Geneva ) ...
... Night - The Pelican Island ... ... 312 Picture of Modern Greece .. 256 The Recluse - Aspirations of Youth 313 Red Battle , the Demon of War .. 257 The Common Lot . .314 Ancient Greece .. 258 Prayer - Home .. ..214 Lake Leman ( Geneva ) ...
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... night in giggling and making giggle , ' and in his chambers in the Temple he wrote gay verses , and associated with Bonnel Thornton , Cofman , Lloyd , and other wits . He contributed a few papers to the Connoisseur ' and to the St ...
... night in giggling and making giggle , ' and in his chambers in the Temple he wrote gay verses , and associated with Bonnel Thornton , Cofman , Lloyd , and other wits . He contributed a few papers to the Connoisseur ' and to the St ...
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... night ; Soft airs and genial moisture feed and cheer Field , fruit , and flower , and every creature here ; But brighter beams than his who fires the skies Have risen at length on your admiring eyes , That shoot into your darkest caves ...
... night ; Soft airs and genial moisture feed and cheer Field , fruit , and flower , and every creature here ; But brighter beams than his who fires the skies Have risen at length on your admiring eyes , That shoot into your darkest caves ...
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... night ; nor these alone whose notes Nice - fingered art must emulate in vain , But cawing rooks , and kites that swim sublime In still - repeated circles , screaming loud , The jay , the pie , and even the boding owl That hails the ...
... night ; nor these alone whose notes Nice - fingered art must emulate in vain , But cawing rooks , and kites that swim sublime In still - repeated circles , screaming loud , The jay , the pie , and even the boding owl That hails the ...
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Página 292 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays...
Página 262 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, — roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin, — his control Stops with the shore; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Página 156 - Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist.
Página 156 - He struck with his o'ertaking wings And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Página 159 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes ; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
Página 324 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Página 279 - What thou art we know not: What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
Página 156 - And I had done a hellish thing. And it would work 'em woe: For all averred. I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Página 16 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, "Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Página 138 - Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild : these pastoral farms. Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees ! With some uncertain notice, as might seem Of vagrant Dwellers in the houseless woods, Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire The Hermit sits alone.