Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British and American Authors, with Specimens of Their Writings, Volume 5Robert Chambers Amer. Book Exchange, 1879 |
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... breath ; Shall , when all other comforts cease , Like a kind angel , whisper peace , And smooth the bed of death . WILLIAM COWPER . WILLIAM COWPER ( 1731-1800 ) , ' the most popular poet of his ge- neration , and the best of English ...
... breath ; Shall , when all other comforts cease , Like a kind angel , whisper peace , And smooth the bed of death . WILLIAM COWPER . WILLIAM COWPER ( 1731-1800 ) , ' the most popular poet of his ge- neration , and the best of English ...
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... breathe and brighter seasons smile , There sits quiescent on the floods , that slew Her beauteous form reflected clear below , While airs impregnated with incense play Around her , fanning light her streamers gay ; .So thou , with sails ...
... breathe and brighter seasons smile , There sits quiescent on the floods , that slew Her beauteous form reflected clear below , While airs impregnated with incense play Around her , fanning light her streamers gay ; .So thou , with sails ...
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... breath Of patriots bursting with heroic rage , Or placemen all tranquility and smiles . This folio of four pages , happy work ! Which not even critics criticise ; that holds Inquisitive attention , while I read , Fast bound in chains of ...
... breath Of patriots bursting with heroic rage , Or placemen all tranquility and smiles . This folio of four pages , happy work ! Which not even critics criticise ; that holds Inquisitive attention , while I read , Fast bound in chains of ...
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... breath of unadulterate air , The glimpse of a green pasture , how they cheer The citizen , and brace his languid frame ! Even in the stifling bosom of the town , A garden in which nothing thrives , has charms That soothe the rich ...
... breath of unadulterate air , The glimpse of a green pasture , how they cheer The citizen , and brace his languid frame ! Even in the stifling bosom of the town , A garden in which nothing thrives , has charms That soothe the rich ...
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... breath , And sore against his will , Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still . The calender , amazed to see His neighbour in such trim , Laid down his pipe , flew to the gate , And thus accosted him : What news ...
... breath , And sore against his will , Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still . The calender , amazed to see His neighbour in such trim , Laid down his pipe , flew to the gate , And thus accosted him : What news ...
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Página 292 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays...
Página 262 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, — roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin, — his control Stops with the shore; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Página 156 - Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist.
Página 156 - He struck with his o'ertaking wings And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Página 159 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes ; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
Página 324 - ABOU 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.
Página 279 - What thou art we know not: What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
Página 156 - And I had done a hellish thing. And it would work 'em woe: For all averred. I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Página 16 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, "Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Página 138 - Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild : these pastoral farms. Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees ! With some uncertain notice, as might seem Of vagrant Dwellers in the houseless woods, Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire The Hermit sits alone.