The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland, Volumen2Harper, 1858 |
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... o'er our heads the frozen Pleiads shine : ' Tis liberty that crowns Britannia's isle , And makes her barren rocks and her bleak mountains smile . Addison returned to England in 1702 , but by the death of King Wil- liam , which had just ...
... o'er our heads the frozen Pleiads shine : ' Tis liberty that crowns Britannia's isle , And makes her barren rocks and her bleak mountains smile . Addison returned to England in 1702 , but by the death of King Wil- liam , which had just ...
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... o'er pale Britannia pass'd , Calm and serene he drives the furious blast , And , pleas'd th ' Almighty's orders to perform , Rides in the whirlwind , and directs the storm . In the following year Addison accompanied Lord Halifax to ...
... o'er pale Britannia pass'd , Calm and serene he drives the furious blast , And , pleas'd th ' Almighty's orders to perform , Rides in the whirlwind , and directs the storm . In the following year Addison accompanied Lord Halifax to ...
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... o'er the ocean fly . The vast leviathan wants room to play , And spout his waters in the face of day . The starving wolves along the main sea prowl , And to the moon in icy valleys howl . O'er many a shining league the level main Here ...
... o'er the ocean fly . The vast leviathan wants room to play , And spout his waters in the face of day . The starving wolves along the main sea prowl , And to the moon in icy valleys howl . O'er many a shining league the level main Here ...
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... O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung ; My ears with hollow murmurs rung . In dewy damps my limbs were chilled , My blood with gentle horrors thrilled ; My feeble pulse forgot to play ; I fainted , sunk , and died away . On the accession of ...
... O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung ; My ears with hollow murmurs rung . In dewy damps my limbs were chilled , My blood with gentle horrors thrilled ; My feeble pulse forgot to play ; I fainted , sunk , and died away . On the accession of ...
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... o'er the nightly dew , ) He quits his cell ; the pilgrim - staff he bore And fixed the scallop in his hat before ; Then with the rising sun , a journey went , Sedate to think , and watching each event . The morn was wasted in the ...
... o'er the nightly dew , ) He quits his cell ; the pilgrim - staff he bore And fixed the scallop in his hat before ; Then with the rising sun , a journey went , Sedate to think , and watching each event . The morn was wasted in the ...
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Página 382 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Página 340 - With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture decked, Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. Their name, their years, spelt by th' unlettered muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Página 382 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Página 451 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave ? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or Freeman fa...
Página 382 - But, in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all ; And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt her new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Página 586 - If I were an American as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms — never, never, never!
Página 381 - Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene! How often have I paused on every charm, The sheltered cot, the cultivated farm, The never-failing brook, the busy mill, The decent church that topped the neighbouring hill, The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made!
Página 338 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 423 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned and rulers of the earth; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents passed into the skies!
Página 295 - And that through every stage: when young, indeed, In full content we, sometimes, nobly rest, Unanxious for ourselves ; and only wish, As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. At thirty man suspects himself a fool: Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve ; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves; and re-resolves; then dies the same.