Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British Authors, with Specimens of Their Writings, Band 2Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers W. & R. Chambers, 1876 |
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... poet . This seems a groundless fear . It did not damp the ardour of Scott or Byron , or the fancy of Moore , and it has not pre- vented the poetry of Wordsworth from gradually working its way into public favour . If we have not the ...
... poet . This seems a groundless fear . It did not damp the ardour of Scott or Byron , or the fancy of Moore , and it has not pre- vented the poetry of Wordsworth from gradually working its way into public favour . If we have not the ...
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... poetry . bright intervals . A visit to his friend Hayley , at The latter was fortunately the most permanent Eartham , produced a short cessation of his mental enjoyment ; and its fruits appeared in a volume suffering , and in 1794 a ...
... poetry . bright intervals . A visit to his friend Hayley , at The latter was fortunately the most permanent Eartham , produced a short cessation of his mental enjoyment ; and its fruits appeared in a volume suffering , and in 1794 a ...
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... poet , we subjoin from his Essay on Epic Poetry some lines on the death of his mother , which had the merit of delighting Gibbon , and with which Southey has remarked Cowper would sympathise deeply : Tribute to a Mother , on her Death ...
... poet , we subjoin from his Essay on Epic Poetry some lines on the death of his mother , which had the merit of delighting Gibbon , and with which Southey has remarked Cowper would sympathise deeply : Tribute to a Mother , on her Death ...
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... poet , in his usual strain of forced similitude , digresses in the following happy and vigorous lines , to Moses ... poetry , ' observes Sir Walter Scott , which , without increasing or diminishing the real value of the materials ...
... poet , in his usual strain of forced similitude , digresses in the following happy and vigorous lines , to Moses ... poetry , ' observes Sir Walter Scott , which , without increasing or diminishing the real value of the materials ...
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... poet , and one of the editors of Beaumont and Fletcher . This lady was early trained to a taste for poetry , and , before she was nine years of age , she could repeat the first three books of Paradise Lost . Even at this time she says ...
... poet , and one of the editors of Beaumont and Fletcher . This lady was early trained to a taste for poetry , and , before she was nine years of age , she could repeat the first three books of Paradise Lost . Even at this time she says ...
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Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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?...
Seite 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.