British Classical Authors. Select Specimens of the National Literature of England and America, with Biographical Sketches and an Historical Outline of English Literature. Poetry and ProseGeorge Westermann, 1885 |
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Side xxxi
... head was stuck on one of the gates of Oxford . It is no wonder that the honesty of Hyde soon made him lose the favour of his master . John Bunyan ( 1628-1688 ) , the ' prince of allegorists , ' is probably the only man who ever wrote an ...
... head was stuck on one of the gates of Oxford . It is no wonder that the honesty of Hyde soon made him lose the favour of his master . John Bunyan ( 1628-1688 ) , the ' prince of allegorists , ' is probably the only man who ever wrote an ...
Side xlvi
... head ; hence every article generally attributed to Brougham . thing he has written has the wild tropical This article it was that aroused all his luxuriance of the productions of a feverish dormant powers , and called forth his Eng ...
... head ; hence every article generally attributed to Brougham . thing he has written has the wild tropical This article it was that aroused all his luxuriance of the productions of a feverish dormant powers , and called forth his Eng ...
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... head , whose folds dis- plaid , Were stretcht now forth at lengcht without entraile . ( 1 ) She lookt about , and seeing one in mayle , 140 againe ; Armed to point , sought backe to turne For light she hated as the deadly bale , Ay wont ...
... head , whose folds dis- plaid , Were stretcht now forth at lengcht without entraile . ( 1 ) She lookt about , and seeing one in mayle , 140 againe ; Armed to point , sought backe to turne For light she hated as the deadly bale , Ay wont ...
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... head , with blame Halfe angrie , asked him , for what he came ? ' Hether , quoth he , ' me Archimago sent , ' He that the subborne sprites can wisely tame , 385 ' He bids thee to him send for his intent ' A fit false Dreame , that can ...
... head , with blame Halfe angrie , asked him , for what he came ? ' Hether , quoth he , ' me Archimago sent , ' He that the subborne sprites can wisely tame , 385 ' He bids thee to him send for his intent ' A fit false Dreame , that can ...
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... head Of shepherds all that been with love ytake . Well could he wail his woes and lightly slake The flames that love within his heart had bred , And tell us merry tales to keep us wake , The while our sheep about us safely fed ; Now ...
... head Of shepherds all that been with love ytake . Well could he wail his woes and lightly slake The flames that love within his heart had bred , And tell us merry tales to keep us wake , The while our sheep about us safely fed ; Now ...
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Side 273 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Side 600 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee.
Side 381 - All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and Heaven is overflowed.
Side 273 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Side 277 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, /And desolation saddens all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain, , And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Side 54 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Side 54 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause, till it come back to me.
Side 380 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock/beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Side 411 - Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my Heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn.
Side 600 - Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart — Go forth, under the open sky, and list To nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice...