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... English Litera- 126. Clouds and Winds 131. Columbus at Barcelona Jeffrey . Various . Cunningham . W. Irving . 133. The Ariel among the Rocks Cooper . 139. The Sagacity of the Spider Goldsmith . 141. Jerusalem 129. Chevy Chase Locke ...
... English Litera- 126. Clouds and Winds 131. Columbus at Barcelona Jeffrey . Various . Cunningham . W. Irving . 133. The Ariel among the Rocks Cooper . 139. The Sagacity of the Spider Goldsmith . 141. Jerusalem 129. Chevy Chase Locke ...
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... English letter - writers . " When we are familiar with the strong sense , the earnest piety , the ardent love of nature , the home affections , and the playful humour which characterise both his poetry and his prose , it is painful to ...
... English letter - writers . " When we are familiar with the strong sense , the earnest piety , the ardent love of nature , the home affections , and the playful humour which characterise both his poetry and his prose , it is painful to ...
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... English history . This horrible event , brought about by a woman as wicked as she was beautiful , the Countess of Essex , took place in 1613. His Miscellaneous Works are comprised in a little volume , which has often been reprinted ...
... English history . This horrible event , brought about by a woman as wicked as she was beautiful , the Countess of Essex , took place in 1613. His Miscellaneous Works are comprised in a little volume , which has often been reprinted ...
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... English - men ? I say as his manner is , first to us , though we mark not the method of his counsels , and are unworthy . Behold now this vast city ; a city of refuge , the mansion - house of liberty , encom- passed and surrounded with ...
... English - men ? I say as his manner is , first to us , though we mark not the method of his counsels , and are unworthy . Behold now this vast city ; a city of refuge , the mansion - house of liberty , encom- passed and surrounded with ...
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... English nation , if not ( said he ) of the whole world ; which gives me a just title to the defence of his reputation , since I now account myself , as it were , a naturalized English angel , by having had so long the manage- ment of ...
... English nation , if not ( said he ) of the whole world ; which gives me a just title to the defence of his reputation , since I now account myself , as it were , a naturalized English angel , by having had so long the manage- ment of ...
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Page 116 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year...
Page 128 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow — When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 32 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all the rest.
Page 31 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Page 57 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Page 57 - I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky.
Page 59 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Page 156 - Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Page 56 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye! — A weary time! a weary time How glazed each weary eye! When, looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist — A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
Page 56 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.