Great English PoetsE. Grant Richards, 1907 - 303 sidor |
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... called to waste his years as Comptroller of the Customs and " Subsidy of Wools , Skins and Leather " for the Port of London . Unlike the famous sinecure of " Distributor of Stamps for Westmoreland " enjoyed by Wordsworth , Chaucer's ...
... called to waste his years as Comptroller of the Customs and " Subsidy of Wools , Skins and Leather " for the Port of London . Unlike the famous sinecure of " Distributor of Stamps for Westmoreland " enjoyed by Wordsworth , Chaucer's ...
Sida 44
... called Mother Hubberd's Tale of the Ape and the Fox . As a man of forty , Spenser found a wife at last . Although the " planters " of Munster were forbidden to marry with the Irishry , his bride was a daughter of the soil , though ...
... called Mother Hubberd's Tale of the Ape and the Fox . As a man of forty , Spenser found a wife at last . Although the " planters " of Munster were forbidden to marry with the Irishry , his bride was a daughter of the soil , though ...
Sida 68
... short term of rustication . Nevertheless , he contrived to endure the prescribed seven years of residence . His contemporaries called him " Lady , " because of his good books and still better behaviour . But 68 GREAT ENGLISH POETS.
... short term of rustication . Nevertheless , he contrived to endure the prescribed seven years of residence . His contemporaries called him " Lady , " because of his good books and still better behaviour . But 68 GREAT ENGLISH POETS.
Sida 119
... called " a trifle , but not a happy trifle , " on hearing of his loss of a favourite cat . " The pensive Selima , " with " the fair round face , the snowy beard , the velvet of her paws , " fell into a china tub con- taining gold fish ...
... called " a trifle , but not a happy trifle , " on hearing of his loss of a favourite cat . " The pensive Selima , " with " the fair round face , the snowy beard , the velvet of her paws , " fell into a china tub con- taining gold fish ...
Sida 131
... that The Vicar of Wakefield was one of the best novels ever written , and called it a " prose - idyll . " It is certainly the musical prose of a true poet . How brimful of sweet emotion and delight in calm nature OLIVER GOLDSMITH 131.
... that The Vicar of Wakefield was one of the best novels ever written , and called it a " prose - idyll . " It is certainly the musical prose of a true poet . How brimful of sweet emotion and delight in calm nature OLIVER GOLDSMITH 131.
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Sida 127 - The sober herd that low'd to meet their young, The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school...
Sida 201 - Listening, a gentle shock of mild surprise Has carried far into his heart the voice Of mountain torrents ; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven, received Into the bosom of the steady lake.
Sida 93 - Happy the man, and happy he alone, He, who can call to-day his own: He who secure within, can say, To-morrow do thy worst, for I have lived to-day.
Sida 223 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion ; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Sida 133 - I sent him a guinea, and promised to come to him directly. I accordingly went as soon as I was dressed, and found that his landlady had arrested him for his rent, at which he was in a violent passion. I perceived that he had already changed my guinea, and had got a bottle of Madeira and a glass before him.
Sida 95 - He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul, All the images of Nature were still present to him, and he drew them, not laboriously, but luckily: when he describes any thing, you more than see it, you feel it too.
Sida 142 - Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile! it answers — Yes.
Sida 129 - Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail; Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale; Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And learn the luxury of doing good!
Sida 193 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Sida 69 - With antic pillars massy proof, And storied windows, richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow To the full-voiced choir below, In service high and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all heaven before mine eyes.