Homes and Haunts of the Most Eminent British Poets, Volume 1Harper & brothers, 1856 - Literary landmarks |
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... mind by the views , and by reading of it , that I seemed to know it quite well . Its old black mass of wall catches your eye as soon as you have passed the woody neighborhood of Doneraile , standing up on the wild moorland plain , a ...
... mind by the views , and by reading of it , that I seemed to know it quite well . Its old black mass of wall catches your eye as soon as you have passed the woody neighborhood of Doneraile , standing up on the wild moorland plain , a ...
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... mind the melodious stanza of Mickle , which has special reference to this solitary me- morial of the history both of Ireland and its troubles , and the English poet of fairy - land and his fate : " Awake , ye west winds , through the ...
... mind the melodious stanza of Mickle , which has special reference to this solitary me- morial of the history both of Ireland and its troubles , and the English poet of fairy - land and his fate : " Awake , ye west winds , through the ...
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... minds that dare , If aught be in them of immortal seed , And reason governs that audacious flight Which heavenward they ... mind and heart , Though sensitive , yet , in their weakest part , Heroically fashioned - to infuse Faith in the ...
... minds that dare , If aught be in them of immortal seed , And reason governs that audacious flight Which heavenward they ... mind and heart , Though sensitive , yet , in their weakest part , Heroically fashioned - to infuse Faith in the ...
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... mind . The imperial Gloriana , the heav- enly Una , " Whose angel face , As the great eye of Heaven , shinéd bright , And made a sunshine in the shady place ; " the sweet Belphoebe , the gallant Britomart , and the brave troop of ...
... mind . The imperial Gloriana , the heav- enly Una , " Whose angel face , As the great eye of Heaven , shinéd bright , And made a sunshine in the shady place ; " the sweet Belphoebe , the gallant Britomart , and the brave troop of ...
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... minds of the neighboring peasantry . I inquired of an old man and his family , who live close by the castle , whom that castle formerly belonged to , and they replied , " To one Spenser . " " Who was he ? " 66 They could not tell they ...
... minds of the neighboring peasantry . I inquired of an old man and his family , who live close by the castle , whom that castle formerly belonged to , and they replied , " To one Spenser . " " Who was he ? " 66 They could not tell they ...
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Page 330 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Page 102 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
Page 247 - Ah! little think the gay licentious proud, "Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround ; They who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth And wanton, often cruel, riot waste ;— Ah ! little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain...
Page 81 - I know each lane, and every alley green, Dingle, or bushy dell of this wild wood, And every bosky bourn from side to side, My daily walks and ancient neighbourhood...
Page 37 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares, The Poets, who on earth have made us Heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
Page 102 - The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread : Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said : But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Page 523 - 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 106 - But, oh ! as to embrace me she inclined, I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.
Page 480 - 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...
Page 318 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love.