Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British and American Authors, with Specimens of Their Writings, Volume 5Robert Chambers Amer. Book Exchange, 1879 - English literature |
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... hath the world Witnessed of mutability in all That we account most durable below ! Change is the diet on which all subsist , Created changeable , and change at last Destroys them . Skies uncertain , now the heat Transmitting cloudless ...
... hath the world Witnessed of mutability in all That we account most durable below ! Change is the diet on which all subsist , Created changeable , and change at last Destroys them . Skies uncertain , now the heat Transmitting cloudless ...
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... hath been said or sung . The dogs did bark , the children scream- ed , Up flew the windows all ; And every soul cried out : Well done ! ' As loud as he could bewl . Away went Gilpin - who but he ? His fame soon spread around ; He ...
... hath been said or sung . The dogs did bark , the children scream- ed , Up flew the windows all ; And every soul cried out : Well done ! ' As loud as he could bewl . Away went Gilpin - who but he ? His fame soon spread around ; He ...
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... hath washed away ! By mortal sufferings now no more oppressed , Mount , sinless spirit , to thy destined rest ! While I - reversed our nature's kindlier doom- Pour forth a father's sorrows on thy tomb . A satirical poem , which ...
... hath washed away ! By mortal sufferings now no more oppressed , Mount , sinless spirit , to thy destined rest ! While I - reversed our nature's kindlier doom- Pour forth a father's sorrows on thy tomb . A satirical poem , which ...
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... hath worked a wonder for your toes- Whilst I , just like a snail , am crawling , Now swearing , now on saints devoutly bawling , Whilst not a rascal comes to ease my woes ? ' How is ' t that you can like a greyhound go , Merry as if ...
... hath worked a wonder for your toes- Whilst I , just like a snail , am crawling , Now swearing , now on saints devoutly bawling , Whilst not a rascal comes to ease my woes ? ' How is ' t that you can like a greyhound go , Merry as if ...
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... hath got a marvellous great name . Charly , we must , must , must see Whitbread brew- Rich as us , Charly , richer than a Jew . Shame , shame we have not yet his brew - house seen ! ' Thus sweetly said the king unto the queen ...
... hath got a marvellous great name . Charly , we must , must , must see Whitbread brew- Rich as us , Charly , richer than a Jew . Shame , shame we have not yet his brew - house seen ! ' Thus sweetly said the king unto the queen ...
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Page 292 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays...
Page 262 - 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...
Page 156 - Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist.
Page 156 - He struck with his o'ertaking wings And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Page 159 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes ; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
Page 324 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made 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.
Page 279 - What thou art we know not: What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
Page 156 - And I had done a hellish thing. And it would work 'em woe: For all averred. I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Page 16 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, "Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Page 138 - Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild : these pastoral farms. Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees ! With some uncertain notice, as might seem Of vagrant Dwellers in the houseless woods, Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire The Hermit sits alone.