Literary Studies from the Great British AuthorsAmerican school book Company, 1880 - 440 sider |
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... Pleasures of Hope , 1799 . 1. Song of the Greeks , 285 . 2. The Last Man , 288 . 3. Ye Mariners of England , 286 . 4. The Evening Star , 290 . Further References : Battle of the Baltic ; Lord Ullin's Daughter ; The Soldier's Dream ...
... Pleasures of Hope , 1799 . 1. Song of the Greeks , 285 . 2. The Last Man , 288 . 3. Ye Mariners of England , 286 . 4. The Evening Star , 290 . Further References : Battle of the Baltic ; Lord Ullin's Daughter ; The Soldier's Dream ...
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... pleasure fed , Hable to heale the sicke and to revive the ded . In her faire eyes two living lamps did flame , Kindled above at th ' Hevenly Makers light , And darted fyrie beames out of the same , So passing persant , and so wondrous ...
... pleasure fed , Hable to heale the sicke and to revive the ded . In her faire eyes two living lamps did flame , Kindled above at th ' Hevenly Makers light , And darted fyrie beames out of the same , So passing persant , and so wondrous ...
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... pleasure near great cities ; armories , arsenals , magazines , exchanges , burses , warehouses , exercises of horsemanship , fencing , training of soldiers , and the 25 like : comedies , such whereunto the better sort of persons do ...
... pleasure near great cities ; armories , arsenals , magazines , exchanges , burses , warehouses , exercises of horsemanship , fencing , training of soldiers , and the 25 like : comedies , such whereunto the better sort of persons do ...
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... pleasure here a space , Not of compulsion or necessity . Edward . Leicester , if gentle words might comfort me , Thy speeches long ago had eased my sorrows ; For kind and loving hast thou always been . The griefs of private men are soon ...
... pleasure here a space , Not of compulsion or necessity . Edward . Leicester , if gentle words might comfort me , Thy speeches long ago had eased my sorrows ; For kind and loving hast thou always been . The griefs of private men are soon ...
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... pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain . Sooth'd with the sound , the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes ; and thrice he slew the slain . The master saw the madness rise ; His glowing ...
... pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain . Sooth'd with the sound , the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes ; and thrice he slew the slain . The master saw the madness rise ; His glowing ...
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Side 181 - Await alike the inevitable hour ; The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Side 372 - We have but faith: we cannot know; For knowledge is of things we see; And yet we trust it comes from thee, ' A beam in darkness: let it grow. Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell: That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before. But vaster.
Side 240 - mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes!
Side 194 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven, As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm ; Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, • Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Side 319 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Side 161 - Is not a patron, my Lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and when he has reached the ground encumbers him with help? The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it; till I am solitary, and cannot impart it; till I am known, and do not want it.
Side 242 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence : truths that wake To perish never ; Which neither listlessness nor mad endeavor Nor man nor boy Nor all that is at enmity with joy Can utterly abolish or destroy.
Side 235 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food ; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Side 235 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight: A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Side 242 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast: Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise...