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 ClassesBancroft, 1869 - 798 sivua |
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... scene resign For aught the huntsman's puny craft supplies ? Ah ! no : he better knows great Nature's charms to prize . And oft he traced the uplands , to survey , When o'er the sky advanced the kindling dawn , The crimson cloud , blue ...
... scene resign For aught the huntsman's puny craft supplies ? Ah ! no : he better knows great Nature's charms to prize . And oft he traced the uplands , to survey , When o'er the sky advanced the kindling dawn , The crimson cloud , blue ...
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... scene . In darkness and in storm , he found delight : Nor less than when on ocean - wave serene The southern Sun diffused his dazzling sheen.1 E'en sad vicissitude amused his soul : And if a sigh would sometimes intervene , And down his ...
... scene . In darkness and in storm , he found delight : Nor less than when on ocean - wave serene The southern Sun diffused his dazzling sheen.1 E'en sad vicissitude amused his soul : And if a sigh would sometimes intervene , And down his ...
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... scene of enjoyment for the insect race . Plants are covered with aphides , greedily sucking their juices , and constantly , as it should seem , in the act of sucking . It cannot be doubted but that this is a state of gratification ...
... scene of enjoyment for the insect race . Plants are covered with aphides , greedily sucking their juices , and constantly , as it should seem , in the act of sucking . It cannot be doubted but that this is a state of gratification ...
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... scene , the constant conclusion of his prayer was , " not my will , but thine be done . " It was the greatest occasion that ever was ; and the earnestness of our Lord's prayer , the devotion of his soul , corre- sponded with it . Scenes ...
... scene , the constant conclusion of his prayer was , " not my will , but thine be done . " It was the greatest occasion that ever was ; and the earnestness of our Lord's prayer , the devotion of his soul , corre- sponded with it . Scenes ...
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... scenes of bliss that never , never die . What is this passing scene ? A peevish April day ! A little sun , a little rain , And then night sweeps along the plain , And all things fade away . Man ( soon discuss'd ) Yields up his trust ...
... scenes of bliss that never , never die . What is this passing scene ? A peevish April day ! A little sun , a little rain , And then night sweeps along the plain , And all things fade away . Man ( soon discuss'd ) Yields up his trust ...
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Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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!
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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!
Sivu 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.