Chambers's Cyclopaedia of English Literature: A History Critical and Biographical of Authors in the English Tongue from the Earliest Times Till the Present Day, with Specimens of Their Writing, Volum 2W. & R. Chambers, 1902 |
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... fear of harm ; and the father , for fear of censure ; be sure let not his winter - clothing be too warm : and amongst other things remember that when nature has so well covered his head with hair , and strengthened it with a year or ...
... fear of harm ; and the father , for fear of censure ; be sure let not his winter - clothing be too warm : and amongst other things remember that when nature has so well covered his head with hair , and strengthened it with a year or ...
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... fear you think I have kept your book too long but to make some amends for detaining it so long , I have sent you not only my old collations so far as they vary from yours , but also some new ones of Dr Covil's two MSS .; for I have ...
... fear you think I have kept your book too long but to make some amends for detaining it so long , I have sent you not only my old collations so far as they vary from yours , but also some new ones of Dr Covil's two MSS .; for I have ...
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... Fear Death whom thou so oft hast seen , So oft his Guest at Funerals hast been ; Thy self , I mean thy Better Half , already Dead ! The Tears were just which at thy Birth did flow , For then , alass ! thou cams't t'engage The Miseries ...
... Fear Death whom thou so oft hast seen , So oft his Guest at Funerals hast been ; Thy self , I mean thy Better Half , already Dead ! The Tears were just which at thy Birth did flow , For then , alass ! thou cams't t'engage The Miseries ...
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... fear of my father besides , adad , he'd knock me i ' th ' head , if he should hear of such a thing . Lord ! what will he say when he comes to know I am at London , which he in all his life - time would never suffer me to see , for fear ...
... fear of my father besides , adad , he'd knock me i ' th ' head , if he should hear of such a thing . Lord ! what will he say when he comes to know I am at London , which he in all his life - time would never suffer me to see , for fear ...
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... fear . Plausible . Nay , i ' faith , i ' faith , you are too passionate ; and I must humbly beg your pardon and leave to tell you they are the arts and rules the prudent of the world walk by . Man . Let ' em . But I'll have no leading ...
... fear . Plausible . Nay , i ' faith , i ' faith , you are too passionate ; and I must humbly beg your pardon and leave to tell you they are the arts and rules the prudent of the world walk by . Man . Let ' em . But I'll have no leading ...
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Chambers's Cyclopaedia of English Literature: A History Critical ..., Volum 2 Robert Chambers,David Patrick Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1906 |
Chambers's Cyclopaedia of English Literature: A History Critical ..., Volum 2 Robert Chambers Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1902 |
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Side 360 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Side 359 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hushed in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Side 359 - Elegy written in a Country Churchyard. The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Side 365 - Tempe's vale her native maids. Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing; While, as his flying fingers kissed the strings, Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round ; Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming...
Side 185 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Side 358 - Far, far aloof the affrighted ravens sail; The famished eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries! — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a...
Side 356 - Henry's holy shade; And ye, that from the stately brow Of Windsor's heights th' expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver-winding way: Ah happy hills!
Side 360 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
Side 213 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale ; And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings, as they roll And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Side 211 - Heaven itself, that points out an here-after, And intimates Eternity to man. Eternity ! thou pleasing dreadful thought ! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and changes must we pass ! The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me ; But shadows, clouds, and darkness, rest upon it.