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... Horse - Breaking in the Nineteenth Century . By B. K. . . India , Development of the Wealth of . By THOMAS HARE . Indian Cities : Benares . By G. E. L. C .. Italian Unity , and The National Movement in Europe . By JOHN SALE BARKER Keats ...
... Horse - Breaking in the Nineteenth Century . By B. K. . . India , Development of the Wealth of . By THOMAS HARE . Indian Cities : Benares . By G. E. L. C .. Italian Unity , and The National Movement in Europe . By JOHN SALE BARKER Keats ...
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... horse at the age of thirty - six , when Keats was in his ninth year ; and the care of the children de- volved upon the mother , a tall , large- featured woman , of considerable force of character . There was also a maternal uncle , a ...
... horse at the age of thirty - six , when Keats was in his ninth year ; and the care of the children de- volved upon the mother , a tall , large- featured woman , of considerable force of character . There was also a maternal uncle , a ...
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... horses ; you ascend steep roads , lying in part through villages of quaint shops , and old , high - gabled brick houses , still distinct from the great city , though about to be devoured by it , in part through straggling lines of ...
... horses ; you ascend steep roads , lying in part through villages of quaint shops , and old , high - gabled brick houses , still distinct from the great city , though about to be devoured by it , in part through straggling lines of ...
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... horse And thought it Pegasus . Ah , dismal - soul'd ! The winds of heaven blew , the ocean roll'd Its gathering waves ; -ye felt it not . The blue Bared its eternal bosom , and the dew Of summer - night collected still to make The ...
... horse And thought it Pegasus . Ah , dismal - soul'd ! The winds of heaven blew , the ocean roll'd Its gathering waves ; -ye felt it not . The blue Bared its eternal bosom , and the dew Of summer - night collected still to make The ...
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... horse as before to the town of Deerlaw . There it would be left , on the safe arrival of the coach . A steed of fate seemed Rutherford ; and a herald of welcome to the destinies , Andrew ; as they disappeared in a pow- dery snow - dust ...
... horse as before to the town of Deerlaw . There it would be left , on the safe arrival of the coach . A steed of fate seemed Rutherford ; and a herald of welcome to the destinies , Andrew ; as they disappeared in a pow- dery snow - dust ...
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Seite 62 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Seite 441 - But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized...
Seite 8 - Dilke upon various subjects ; several things dove-tailed in my mind, and at once it struck me what quality went to form a man of achievement, especially in literature, and which Shakespeare possessed so enormously — I mean negative capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason.
Seite 9 - To this point was Wordsworth come, as far as I can conceive, when he wrote "Tintern Abbey," and it seems to me that his Genius is explorative of those dark Passages. Now if we live, and go on thinking, we too shall explore them. He is a Genius and superior to us, in so far as he can, more than we, make discoveries and shed a light in them. Here I must think Wordsworth is deeper than Milton, though I think it has depended more upon the general and gregarious advance of intellect than individual greatness...
Seite 130 - Last night, among his fellow roughs, He jested, quaffed, and swore, A drunken private of the Buffs, Who never looked before. To-day, beneath the foeman's frown, He stands in Elgin's place, Ambassador from Britain's crown, And type of all her race.
Seite 498 - My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot: My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit; My IK.II [ is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these Because my love is come to me.
Seite 14 - O THOU, whose mighty palace roof doth hang From jagged trunks, and overshadoweth Eternal whispers, glooms, the birth, life, death Of unseen flowers in heavy peacefulness ; Who lov'st to see the hamadryads dress Their ruffled locks where meeting hazels darken ; And through whole solemn hours dost sit, and hearken The dreary melody of bedded reeds—- In desolate places, where dank moisture breeds The pipy hemlock to strange overgrowth ; Bethinking thee, how melancholy loth Thou wast to lose fair Syrinx...
Seite 124 - THE WANING MOON AND like a dying lady, lean and pale, Who totters forth, wrapt in a gauzy veil, Out of her chamber, led by the insane And feeble wanderings of her fading brain, The moon arose up in the murky east, A white and shapeless mass.
Seite 325 - Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak ? Of labour you shall find the sum. Will there be beds for me and all who seek ? Yea, beds for all who come.
Seite 498 - MY HEART is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these Because my love is come to me.