Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British Authors, with Specimens of Their Writings, Volume 2Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers W. & R. Chambers, 1876 - American literature |
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... native of Aleppo , whom he had discovered Wife , a poetical tale , and a Treatise on the Gods in London , to act as ... natives , in a qualified degree , the administration of justice by their own laws . Sir William died April 27 , 1794 ...
... native of Aleppo , whom he had discovered Wife , a poetical tale , and a Treatise on the Gods in London , to act as ... natives , in a qualified degree , the administration of justice by their own laws . Sir William died April 27 , 1794 ...
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... native grubs , who had scarce ever ventured beyond a sheep , and a crook , and a rose - tree grove ; with an ostentatious display of " blue hills , " and " crashing torrents , " and petri- fying suns . " Gifford's vigorous exposure com ...
... native grubs , who had scarce ever ventured beyond a sheep , and a crook , and a rose - tree grove ; with an ostentatious display of " blue hills , " and " crashing torrents , " and petri- fying suns . " Gifford's vigorous exposure com ...
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... native north ; To frighten grave professors with his roar , And shake the Hebrides from shore to shore , All hail ! ... Triumphant thou through Time's vast gulf shalt sail , The pilot of our literary whale ; Close to the classic Rambler ...
... native north ; To frighten grave professors with his roar , And shake the Hebrides from shore to shore , All hail ! ... Triumphant thou through Time's vast gulf shalt sail , The pilot of our literary whale ; Close to the classic Rambler ...
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... native minstrel . Miss Blamire was born of a respectable family in Cum- berland , at Cardew Hall , near Carlisle , where she resided till her twentieth year , beloved by a circle of friends and acquaintance , with whom she asso- ciated ...
... native minstrel . Miss Blamire was born of a respectable family in Cum- berland , at Cardew Hall , near Carlisle , where she resided till her twentieth year , beloved by a circle of friends and acquaintance , with whom she asso- ciated ...
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... native of the east . The only situation which they could Denholm , Roxburghshire . He was the son of procure was that of surgeon's assistant ; and in humble parents , but the ardent Borderer fought five or six months , by incredible ...
... native of the east . The only situation which they could Denholm , Roxburghshire . He was the son of procure was that of surgeon's assistant ; and in humble parents , but the ardent Borderer fought five or six months , by incredible ...
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Page 64 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Page 65 - Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on. — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Page 140 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 134 - Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Page 126 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain...
Page 139 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Page 142 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Page 142 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Page 142 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Page 155 - Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" — The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, " The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so," Replied the angel. — Abou spoke more low, But cheerily still; and said, " I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.