English Literature of Nineteenth Century: On the Plan of the Author's "Compendium of English Literature" and Supplementary to It. Designed for Colleges and Advanced ClassesBancroft, 1869 - 798 Seiten |
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... Charles Dexter Cleveland. HANNAH MORE : God rules Nations WILLIAM WILBERFORCE ...... Abolition of the Slave - Trade ... CHARLES LAMB 235 My Mother's Grave .... .... 283 The Housekeeper .. 237 A Windlass .. 284 On the Family Name .. 238 A ...
... Charles Dexter Cleveland. HANNAH MORE : God rules Nations WILLIAM WILBERFORCE ...... Abolition of the Slave - Trade ... CHARLES LAMB 235 My Mother's Grave .... .... 283 The Housekeeper .. 237 A Windlass .. 284 On the Family Name .. 238 A ...
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... Charles Dexter Cleveland. PAGE PAGE WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR .. ... 612 Roger Ascham and Lady Jane Grey ...... 613 Queen ... Lamb 668 Founders of Methodism 624 Mountain Children ... 669 The Unregarded Toils of the Poor . 670 JOHN KEBLE 625 ...
... Charles Dexter Cleveland. PAGE PAGE WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR .. ... 612 Roger Ascham and Lady Jane Grey ...... 613 Queen ... Lamb 668 Founders of Methodism 624 Mountain Children ... 669 The Unregarded Toils of the Poor . 670 JOHN KEBLE 625 ...
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... Charles Dexter Cleveland. The flower and weed promiscuous , as a boon Which proudly in his breast they smiling fix ... lamb that nightly shares his couch . THE POOR MAN'S FUNERAL . Yon motley , sable - suited throng , that wait Around the ...
... Charles Dexter Cleveland. The flower and weed promiscuous , as a boon Which proudly in his breast they smiling fix ... lamb that nightly shares his couch . THE POOR MAN'S FUNERAL . Yon motley , sable - suited throng , that wait Around the ...
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... Charles Dexter Cleveland. To the pleasures which Mirth can afford , The revel , the laugh , and the jeer ? Ah ! here ... Lamb of the great sacrifice , Who bequeath'd us them both when He rose to the skies . JOHN WOLCOT , 1738–1819 . DR ...
... Charles Dexter Cleveland. To the pleasures which Mirth can afford , The revel , the laugh , and the jeer ? Ah ! here ... Lamb of the great sacrifice , Who bequeath'd us them both when He rose to the skies . JOHN WOLCOT , 1738–1819 . DR ...
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... CHARLES LAMB , Letter to Barton . mystical speculations a search after truth ; they are no such thing , and are as little worth the attention of reasoning and responsible Shelley was undoubtedly a man of genius , man as the ...
... CHARLES LAMB , Letter to Barton . mystical speculations a search after truth ; they are no such thing , and are as little worth the attention of reasoning and responsible Shelley was undoubtedly a man of genius , man as the ...
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Seite 99 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Seite 143 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Seite 123 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown. For the Angel of Death...
Seite 430 - THE world is too much with us: late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Seite 541 - Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still ; and said, " I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.
Seite 127 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Seite 124 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Seite 82 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Seite 220 - 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? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Seite 430 - 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.