Chambers's Cyclopaedia of English Literature: A History Critical and Biographical of Authors in the English Tongue from the Earliest Times Till the Present Day, with Specimens of Their Writing, Volume 3W. & R. Chambers, 1903 - Authors, English |
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... spirit . The magnificent Idylls of the King , in temper as well as in style one of the most modern poems of its time , does occasionally , as in the picture of the finding of Arthur , give us the old glamour very finely . But the ...
... spirit . The magnificent Idylls of the King , in temper as well as in style one of the most modern poems of its time , does occasionally , as in the picture of the finding of Arthur , give us the old glamour very finely . But the ...
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... spirit of all knowledge ; ' and there are others less known , especially in the blazing tract on the Convention of Cintra ( 1809 ) , as vehe- ment as Burke . He had not lost his power in 1844 when he wrote against the proposed Kendal ...
... spirit of all knowledge ; ' and there are others less known , especially in the blazing tract on the Convention of Cintra ( 1809 ) , as vehe- ment as Burke . He had not lost his power in 1844 when he wrote against the proposed Kendal ...
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... spirit , have I turned to thee , O sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer thro ' the woods , How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now , with gleams of half - extinguished thought , With many recognitions dim and faint , And somewhat of a ...
... spirit , have I turned to thee , O sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer thro ' the woods , How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now , with gleams of half - extinguished thought , With many recognitions dim and faint , And somewhat of a ...
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... spirit of self - sacrifice ; The confidence of reason give ; And in the light of truth thy Bondman let me live ! ( From Poems , 1807. ) Character of the Happy Warrior . Who is the happy Warrior ? Who is he That every man in arms should ...
... spirit of self - sacrifice ; The confidence of reason give ; And in the light of truth thy Bondman let me live ! ( From Poems , 1807. ) Character of the Happy Warrior . Who is the happy Warrior ? Who is he That every man in arms should ...
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... spirit of pleasure wherever it can be found - in the walks of nature , and in the business of men . - The poet ... spirits , the anger of the tempest without doors only heightens and sets off the enjoy ment within . - I pity him who ...
... spirit of pleasure wherever it can be found - in the walks of nature , and in the business of men . - The poet ... spirits , the anger of the tempest without doors only heightens and sets off the enjoy ment within . - I pity him who ...
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Page 428 - The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Page 25 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Page 105 - 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, and the fruit-tree wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
Page 139 - 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 "Song of the Shirt.
Page 145 - I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
Page 104 - O for a draught of vintage, that hath been Cool'da long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora...
Page 116 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me ; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given ; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven ! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar ; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Page 67 - My shaping spirit of Imagination. For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to be still and patient, all I can; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature all the natural man — This was my sole resource, my only plan : Till that which suits a part infects the whole, And now is almost grown the habit of my soul.
Page 104 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Page 17 - That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion ; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.