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... Lost , the imperishable memorial of a lofty soul . Dryden and Milton were contemporaries for more than forty years ; but while Dryden was adding by numerous plays and prologues to the corruption of the stage , Milton was PREFACE . XV.
... Lost , the imperishable memorial of a lofty soul . Dryden and Milton were contemporaries for more than forty years ; but while Dryden was adding by numerous plays and prologues to the corruption of the stage , Milton was PREFACE . XV.
Sivu xxvii
... Lost Chord .................. .. " A wet sheet and a flowing sea " . 269 JOHN KEBLE . HARTLEY COLERIDGE . On the Blank Leaf of a Bible ..... 269 Mary Magdalene ..... First Sunday after Epiphany ..... 277 Second Sunday after Easter ...
... Lost Chord .................. .. " A wet sheet and a flowing sea " . 269 JOHN KEBLE . HARTLEY COLERIDGE . On the Blank Leaf of a Bible ..... 269 Mary Magdalene ..... First Sunday after Epiphany ..... 277 Second Sunday after Easter ...
Sivu 32
... , And truth thee shall deliver ' t is no drede . 4 Par dieux . 1 incitement . 2 lost . 5 killed . 3 by my troth . • riseth . 7 crowd , Pain thee not each crooked to redress In trust of 32 FOURTEENTH CENTURY . The Last Verses of Chaucer.
... , And truth thee shall deliver ' t is no drede . 4 Par dieux . 1 incitement . 2 lost . 5 killed . 3 by my troth . • riseth . 7 crowd , Pain thee not each crooked to redress In trust of 32 FOURTEENTH CENTURY . The Last Verses of Chaucer.
Sivu 56
... lost archangel , this the seat , That we must change for heaven ? this mournful gloom For that celestial light ? Be it so , since he , Who now is Sovran , can dispose and bid What shall be right ; farthest from him is best , Whom reason ...
... lost archangel , this the seat , That we must change for heaven ? this mournful gloom For that celestial light ? Be it so , since he , Who now is Sovran , can dispose and bid What shall be right ; farthest from him is best , Whom reason ...
Sivu 57
... lost in hell ? Paradise Lost , Book I. SATAN . HE scarce had ceased , when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore : his ponderous shield . Ethereal temper , massy , large , and round , Behind him cast ; the broad circumference ...
... lost in hell ? Paradise Lost , Book I. SATAN . HE scarce had ceased , when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore : his ponderous shield . Ethereal temper , massy , large , and round , Behind him cast ; the broad circumference ...
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angels Barum beauty beneath blessed blest bonnie Born breast breath bright brow busk Christmas Evans clouds County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight Died divine doth dream earth English poetry eternal eyes face fair fame fate fear fire flowers friends George Eliot glory golden gone grace GRANT ALLEN grave hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour Kilmeny king land light live Lochinvar look Lord Lycidas mind morning mourn ne'er never night o'er Paradise Lost poets praise pride rest Roncesvalles rose round Samian wine says shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit STANDARD LIBRARY stars storm sweet tears thee thine Thomas Armitage thought truth Twas vale voice wave weep wild William Shakespeare winds wings wonder writes Nov Yarrow York young youth
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Sivu 41 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes; 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Sivu 229 - 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.
Sivu 213 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness: And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts; and choking sighs, Which ne'er might be repeated: who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise!
Sivu 223 - 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.
Sivu 115 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Sivu 187 - 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.
Sivu 46 - And moan the expense of many a vanished sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Sivu 44 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Sivu 42 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Sivu 70 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?