Homes and Haunts of the Most Eminent British Poets, Volume 1Harper & brothers, 1856 - Literary landmarks |
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... GRAY · GOLDSMITH BURNS . · COWPER MRS . TIGHE . KEATS . SHELLEY . BYRON . Effigy of Canynge . Room at Walker's Hotel . Burns and Mary parting Lincluden Abbey • • . House at Weston · · Tombs of Keats and Shelley at Rome · Shelley's Body ...
... GRAY · GOLDSMITH BURNS . · COWPER MRS . TIGHE . KEATS . SHELLEY . BYRON . Effigy of Canynge . Room at Walker's Hotel . Burns and Mary parting Lincluden Abbey • • . House at Weston · · Tombs of Keats and Shelley at Rome · Shelley's Body ...
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... whose walls are three yards thick , and its winding stairs of slip- pery gray marble , I seemed to be rather in a dream of Spenser's castle , than actually at it . The sun was hasten- The hour and the ing to set , and threw 34 SPENSER .
... whose walls are three yards thick , and its winding stairs of slip- pery gray marble , I seemed to be rather in a dream of Spenser's castle , than actually at it . The sun was hasten- The hour and the ing to set , and threw 34 SPENSER .
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... gray , Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains , on whose barren breast The laboring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim with daisies pied , Shallow brooks and rivers wide ; Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted ...
... gray , Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains , on whose barren breast The laboring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim with daisies pied , Shallow brooks and rivers wide ; Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted ...
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... gray goose - quill ; but he soon shot that quill higher against the towers of royalty , deeper into the ranks of the oppressors , than ever the bul- lets of Cromwell and Fairfax could pierce . His papers flew abroad , the unfurled ...
... gray goose - quill ; but he soon shot that quill higher against the towers of royalty , deeper into the ranks of the oppressors , than ever the bul- lets of Cromwell and Fairfax could pierce . His papers flew abroad , the unfurled ...
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... gray , coarse cloth coat , at the door of his house in Bunhill Fields , in warm , sunny weather , to enjoy the fresh air ; and so , as well as in his room , received the visits of people of distinguished parts as well as quality ...
... gray , coarse cloth coat , at the door of his house in Bunhill Fields , in warm , sunny weather , to enjoy the fresh air ; and so , as well as in his room , received the visits of people of distinguished parts as well as quality ...
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Addison afterward Allan Cunningham amid ancient Ballater Ballymahon beautiful Bunhill Fields Burns Burns's Byron called castle Chatterton Chaucer church cottage court Cowper daughter death descendants Dryden Earl Edgeworthstown England fame father feeling friends garden genius glorious Goldsmith Gray ground hand haunts heart hills honor Ireland Johnson Kilkenny Lady land literary lived London look Lord Lord Byron marriage meadows miles Milton mind monument mother mountains nature never noble Oliver Goldsmith once park poem poet poet's poetical poetry poor Pope present Queen residence river road Robert Burns says scene seems Shakspeare Shelley side Sir William Sir William Stanhope soul Spenser spirit spot stands Swift Tam O'Shanter Tarbolton terton thing Thomas Chatterton Thomson Tighe tion took tower town trees Twickenham verses village walk wall whole wife William Canynge woods wrote
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Page 330 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Page 102 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
Page 247 - Ah! little think the gay licentious proud, "Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround ; They who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth And wanton, often cruel, riot waste ;— Ah ! little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain...
Page 81 - I know each lane, and every alley green, Dingle, or bushy dell of this wild wood, And every bosky bourn from side to side, My daily walks and ancient neighbourhood...
Page 37 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares, The Poets, who on earth have made us Heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
Page 102 - The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread : Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said : But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Page 523 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Page 106 - But, oh ! as to embrace me she inclined, I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.
Page 480 - 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...
Page 318 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love.