Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature, Volumen 3J.B. Lippincott Company, 1904 |
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... living authors , we are permitted to illustrate the brief articles on them with quotations from their choicest work . But in the case of the great majority of quite recent and living authors , it has been inevitable that the Cyclopædia ...
... living authors , we are permitted to illustrate the brief articles on them with quotations from their choicest work . But in the case of the great majority of quite recent and living authors , it has been inevitable that the Cyclopædia ...
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... living under the same kind of Augustan acceptance in which Horace , the typical poet of acceptance , lived , is full of this latter kind of wonder . Among the English poets who preceded the great Elizabethan epoch there is no room , and ...
... living under the same kind of Augustan acceptance in which Horace , the typical poet of acceptance , lived , is full of this latter kind of wonder . Among the English poets who preceded the great Elizabethan epoch there is no room , and ...
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... living in retirement . ' The Prelude was finished in 1805 , but it was not the only work of these years . In 1807 appeared two volumes , about the same size as the Lyrical Ballads of 1800 , containing poems in some respects considerably ...
... living in retirement . ' The Prelude was finished in 1805 , but it was not the only work of these years . In 1807 appeared two volumes , about the same size as the Lyrical Ballads of 1800 , containing poems in some respects considerably ...
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... 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 . If this Be but a vain belief , yet , oh ! how oft- In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless ...
... 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 . If this Be but a vain belief , yet , oh ! how oft- In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless ...
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... living much over sixty . He had to leave Abbotsford for Naples in September 1831 , the day after the expedition to Yarrow along with Wordsworth , who wrote the best memorial of Scott in his poem on that day , and in the verses on ...
... living much over sixty . He had to leave Abbotsford for Naples in September 1831 , the day after the expedition to Yarrow along with Wordsworth , who wrote the best memorial of Scott in his poem on that day , and in the verses on ...
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Chamber's Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ... Robert Chambers Vista de fragmentos - 1922 |
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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 427 - Myself when young did eagerly frequent Doctor and Saint, and heard great argument About it and about : but evermore Came out by the same door where in I went...
Página 104 - NIGHTINGALE. 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 105 - Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death — Call'd 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.
Página 18 - 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 105 - As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
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 35 - 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...
Página 106 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night. And watching, with eternal lids apart. Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Página 28 - God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.