Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British and American Authors, with Specimens of Their Writings, 第 5-6 卷Robert Chambers American Book Exchange, 1880 |
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... Rose ( 1775-1843 ) . CYCLOPEDIA OF. SEVENTH PERIOD . 1780-1830 : THE REIGNS OF GEORGE GEORGE III . AND GEORGE IV . POETS . PAGE . William Jones ( 1746-1794 . ) . 2 Ode in Imitation or Alcæus ... 4 Persian Song of Hafiz .... 5 Concluding ...
... Rose ( 1775-1843 ) . CYCLOPEDIA OF. SEVENTH PERIOD . 1780-1830 : THE REIGNS OF GEORGE GEORGE III . AND GEORGE IV . POETS . PAGE . William Jones ( 1746-1794 . ) . 2 Ode in Imitation or Alcæus ... 4 Persian Song of Hafiz .... 5 Concluding ...
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... Rose of Summer ...... 212 Hymn . " The Turf shall be my Fra- grant Shrine " . .... 213 John Hookham Frere ( 1769-1846 ) .213 Extracts from " Whistlecraft " . ..... 213 Passage from a Romance of the Cid 217 Thomas Campbell ( 1777-1844 ) ...
... Rose of Summer ...... 212 Hymn . " The Turf shall be my Fra- grant Shrine " . .... 213 John Hookham Frere ( 1769-1846 ) .213 Extracts from " Whistlecraft " . ..... 213 Passage from a Romance of the Cid 217 Thomas Campbell ( 1777-1844 ) ...
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... Rose ( 1775-1843 ) . CYCLOPEDIA OF ENGLISH LITERATURE . SEVENTH PERIOD . ( 1780-1830. PAGE . PAGE , Leigh Hunt ( 1784-1859 ) .. Lines on the Birth of the Princess Royal May Morning at Ravenna .. Description of a Fountain . Funeral of the ...
... Rose ( 1775-1843 ) . CYCLOPEDIA OF ENGLISH LITERATURE . SEVENTH PERIOD . ( 1780-1830. PAGE . PAGE , Leigh Hunt ( 1784-1859 ) .. Lines on the Birth of the Princess Royal May Morning at Ravenna .. Description of a Fountain . Funeral of the ...
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... rose and set at ordered times , And shot a day - spring into distant climes , Ennobling every region that he chose . He sunk in Greece , in Italy he rose ; And , tedious years of Gothic darkness past , Emerged all splendour in our isle ...
... rose and set at ordered times , And shot a day - spring into distant climes , Ennobling every region that he chose . He sunk in Greece , in Italy he rose ; And , tedious years of Gothic darkness past , Emerged all splendour in our isle ...
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... rose On icy plains and in eternal snows . O blest within the inclosure of your rocks , Nor herds have ye to boast , nor bleating flocks ; No fertilising streams your fields divide , That shew reversed the villas on their side ; No ...
... rose On icy plains and in eternal snows . O blest within the inclosure of your rocks , Nor herds have ye to boast , nor bleating flocks ; No fertilising streams your fields divide , That shew reversed the villas on their side ; No ...
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第 275 頁 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
第 5 頁 - Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No: — Men, high-minded men, With powers as far above dull brutes endued, In forest, brake, or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude; Men, who their duties know, But know their rights, and knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain. These constitute a state; And sovereign Law, that state's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill...
第 17 頁 - All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes ; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age...
第 295 頁 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
第 259 頁 - He heard it, but he heeded not : his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He recked not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday, — All this rushed with his blood.
第 378 頁 - So the Lord scattered them abroad from thence upon the face of all the earth : and they left off to build the city.
第 137 頁 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother: And in the churchyard cottage I Dwell near them with my mother.
第 283 頁 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright.
第 290 頁 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown...
第 290 頁 - Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.