Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British Authors, from the Earliest to the Present Times, Volumen 2Robert Chambers W. and R. Chambers, 1844 - 4 páginas |
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... nature , with what ex- quisite taste and melody does he characterise the changes and varied appearances of creation- Look nature through , ' tis revolution all ; All change , no death ; day follows night , and night The dying day ...
... nature , with what ex- quisite taste and melody does he characterise the changes and varied appearances of creation- Look nature through , ' tis revolution all ; All change , no death ; day follows night , and night The dying day ...
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... nature From wave to wave of fancied misery At random drove , her helm of reason lost . Though now restored , ' tis only change of pain ( A bitter change ! ) , severer for severe : The day too short for my distress ; and night , E'en in ...
... nature From wave to wave of fancied misery At random drove , her helm of reason lost . Though now restored , ' tis only change of pain ( A bitter change ! ) , severer for severe : The day too short for my distress ; and night , E'en in ...
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... nature and himself Is thoughtless , thankless , inconsistent man ! Like children babbling nonsense in their sports , We censure Nature for a span too short ; That span too short we tax as tedious too ; Torture invention , all expedients ...
... nature and himself Is thoughtless , thankless , inconsistent man ! Like children babbling nonsense in their sports , We censure Nature for a span too short ; That span too short we tax as tedious too ; Torture invention , all expedients ...
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... nature seems to be synony- mous with a love of Thomson . It is difficult to con- ceive a person of education in this country , imbued James Thomson . with an admiration of rural or woodland scenery , not entertaining a strong affection ...
... nature seems to be synony- mous with a love of Thomson . It is difficult to con- ceive a person of education in this country , imbued James Thomson . with an admiration of rural or woodland scenery , not entertaining a strong affection ...
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... nature which , indolent as he was , he had surveyed under every aspect , till he had become familiar with all . Among the mountains , vales , and forests , he seems to realise his own words- Man superior walks Amid the glad creation ...
... nature which , indolent as he was , he had surveyed under every aspect , till he had become familiar with all . Among the mountains , vales , and forests , he seems to realise his own words- Man superior walks Amid the glad creation ...
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Página 325 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Página 327 - 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 56 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Página 382 - 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 406 - 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'erbrimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...
Página 398 - And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest on mine airy nest As still as a brooding dove. That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer...
Página 410 - But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. 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.
Página 340 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Página 406 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise: Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Página 340 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.