English Literature of the Nineteenth Century: On the Plan of the Author's "Compendium of English Literature," and Supplementary to It. Designed for Colleges and Advanced Classes in Schools, as Well as for Private ReadingE.C. & J. Biddle, 1857 - 785 páginas |
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... once most - beloved minstrel , Thomson , was come down from heaven , refined by the converse of purer spirits than those he lived with here , to let me hear him sing again the beauties of nature , and the finest feelings of virtue , not ...
... once most - beloved minstrel , Thomson , was come down from heaven , refined by the converse of purer spirits than those he lived with here , to let me hear him sing again the beauties of nature , and the finest feelings of virtue , not ...
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... once the most excellent sort of self - denial , and a source of the most exalted transports . Society is the true sphere of human virtue . In social , active life , difficulties will perpetually be met with ; re- straints of many kinds ...
... once the most excellent sort of self - denial , and a source of the most exalted transports . Society is the true sphere of human virtue . In social , active life , difficulties will perpetually be met with ; re- straints of many kinds ...
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... Once he was beset by banditti , who stripped him of almost every thing he had . The following is a portion of his account of this attack , and of the effect upon his spirits in secing THE MOSS IN THE DESERT . I accordingly rode past ...
... Once he was beset by banditti , who stripped him of almost every thing he had . The following is a portion of his account of this attack , and of the effect upon his spirits in secing THE MOSS IN THE DESERT . I accordingly rode past ...
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... Once on the raging seas I rode ; The storm was loud - the night was dark ; The ocean yawn'd - and rudely blow'd The wind that toss'd my foundering bark . Deep horror then my vitals froze- Death - struck , I ceased the tide to stem- When ...
... Once on the raging seas I rode ; The storm was loud - the night was dark ; The ocean yawn'd - and rudely blow'd The wind that toss'd my foundering bark . Deep horror then my vitals froze- Death - struck , I ceased the tide to stem- When ...
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... once meekly and resolutely , in the fear of God , to the best good of man . Yet such was the character of Granville Sharp . " 1 See " Memoirs of Granville Sharp , Esq . , " by Prince Hoare . London , 1820 , 4to , pp . 554 . * Such are ...
... once meekly and resolutely , in the fear of God , to the best good of man . Yet such was the character of Granville Sharp . " 1 See " Memoirs of Granville Sharp , Esq . , " by Prince Hoare . London , 1820 , 4to , pp . 554 . * Such are ...
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Página 540 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. "The stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Página 162 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; . And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Página 444 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this
Página 543 - 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.
Página 162 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail...
Página 604 - Pray, do not mock me ! I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward, and, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you, and know this man ; Yet I am doubtful...
Página 540 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Página 444 - Work, work, work! From weary chime to chime ; Work, work, work, As prisoners work for crime : Band and gusset and seam, Seam and gusset and band, Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumbed, As well as the weary hand.
Página 237 - With priest's and warrior's voice between. No portents now our foes amaze, Forsaken Israel wanders lone : Our fathers would not know THY ways, And THOU hast left them to their own. But, present still, though now unseen ! When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of THEE a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray. And...
Página 433 - I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.