English Literature of Nineteenth Century: On the Plan of the Author's "Compendium of English Literature" and Supplementary to It. Designed for Colleges and Advanced Classes |
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... tion , into assured prominence in their several departments of literature ; and one of my most delicate tasks has been to set forth in these pages a just record of such developments ; and no effort has been spared to determine fairly ...
... tion , into assured prominence in their several departments of literature ; and one of my most delicate tasks has been to set forth in these pages a just record of such developments ; and no effort has been spared to determine fairly ...
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... tion of your studies , & c .: the province of criticism and literature they are very desirous to assign to the commentator on Virgil . " His first paper is No. 49 , dated April 24 , 1753 , containing a Parallel between Ancient and ...
... tion of your studies , & c .: the province of criticism and literature they are very desirous to assign to the commentator on Virgil . " His first paper is No. 49 , dated April 24 , 1753 , containing a Parallel between Ancient and ...
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... tion , but because his imagination was not his predominant talent ; because he indulged it not ; and because he gave not so many proofs of this talent as of the other . He gradually became one of the most correct , even , and exact ...
... tion , but because his imagination was not his predominant talent ; because he indulged it not ; and because he gave not so many proofs of this talent as of the other . He gradually became one of the most correct , even , and exact ...
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... tion , and the king founded a professorship , to the chair of which Dr. Blair was appointed . In 1763 he published a Dissertation on the Poems of Ossian , which , though much overrated , evinced critical taste and learning . In 1777 ...
... tion , and the king founded a professorship , to the chair of which Dr. Blair was appointed . In 1763 he published a Dissertation on the Poems of Ossian , which , though much overrated , evinced critical taste and learning . In 1777 ...
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... tion consists in the acquisition of knowledge , friends , and virtue . Then is the time when a man would especially wish to find him- self surrounded by those who love and respect him , -who will bear with his infirmities , relieve him ...
... tion consists in the acquisition of knowledge , friends , and virtue . Then is the time when a man would especially wish to find him- self surrounded by those who love and respect him , -who will bear with his infirmities , relieve him ...
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Page 99 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Page 143 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Page 123 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown. For the Angel of Death...
Page 430 - THE world is too much with us: late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Page 541 - Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still ; and said, " I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.
Page 127 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Page 124 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Page 82 - 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...
Page 220 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Page 430 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.