The village bridal and other poems. Also, two lectures |
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... poverty , without the means to com- mand the literature so abundantly found in the mansions of the rich , contain many beauties among some unavoidable crudities of thought and expression , and are creditable alike to his heart and ...
... poverty , without the means to com- mand the literature so abundantly found in the mansions of the rich , contain many beauties among some unavoidable crudities of thought and expression , and are creditable alike to his heart and ...
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... way was made To pass the dens and filth of poverty's domain , And float along the track of wealth's unholy main . A barrister , who'd read the products of his pen B 2 17 "I know that youth cannot for ever with her ...
... way was made To pass the dens and filth of poverty's domain , And float along the track of wealth's unholy main . A barrister , who'd read the products of his pen B 2 17 "I know that youth cannot for ever with her ...
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... poverty . He who had known the pauper's comfortless despair , Friendless had roamed the world , depress'd by mortal care , Saw not the lamp of virtue glim'ring ' mid the dark , That he might then , illumin'd by a single spark , Bid Hope ...
... poverty . He who had known the pauper's comfortless despair , Friendless had roamed the world , depress'd by mortal care , Saw not the lamp of virtue glim'ring ' mid the dark , That he might then , illumin'd by a single spark , Bid Hope ...
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... poverty within the tale , Painted in truthful character , they'd both bewail : And oft , to change the mournful feelings of her son , She'd playfully recite some brief tirade of fun , And gaily laugh at each amusing joke exprest , As ...
... poverty within the tale , Painted in truthful character , they'd both bewail : And oft , to change the mournful feelings of her son , She'd playfully recite some brief tirade of fun , And gaily laugh at each amusing joke exprest , As ...
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... poverty and demon crime . Socrates and Plato , monarchs of moral truth , Would reign in all the freshness of immortal youth : The brave old man , whose wisdom Plato lived to gain , With hemlock poison closed his life of earthly pain ...
... poverty and demon crime . Socrates and Plato , monarchs of moral truth , Would reign in all the freshness of immortal youth : The brave old man , whose wisdom Plato lived to gain , With hemlock poison closed his life of earthly pain ...
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angel barque beauty behold BIRKENHEAD blest bliss breast breath brother child clouds co-operation dark shadows dear death delight diction divine doth dream e'en earth Edgar Allan Poe Eliza Cook enchanting evanescent faith flowers freedom gaze give glide glorious glowing golden ears happiness hath heart Hertfordshire holy hope human ideal ignorance imagination influence intellectual labour life's live Love's majesty mankind means mind misery moral moral philosophy mother mould mourn mysterious mystic nature Nature's ne'er neath nestling never night nought o'er Poems poet poetic poetic diction Poetry of Feeling poverty pride principle produce Progress Quoth the Raven rapture Redhill reform reign Religion rill serfdom shine slave slavery smiles social soul strife struggle sublime sweet sweetly thee There's music things thou thought thrill thro tion toil truth Virtue's voice waft Whilst Wolverton wonderful youthful
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第115页 - Hear the loud alarum bells, Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
第114页 - Nevermore." "Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting: "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
第114页 - thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
第114页 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
第115页 - Yet the ear, it fully knows, By the twanging And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows ; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells — Of the bells— Of the bells, bells, bells...
第112页 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem.
第116页 - Go to the raging sea, and say, " Be still !" Bid the wild lawless winds obey thy will ; Preach to the storm, and reason with Despair, But tell not Misery's son that life is fair.
第110页 - Young stranger, whither wand'rest thou ? Began the rev'rend Sage ! Does thirst of wealth thy step constrain, Or youthful pleasure's rage ? Or, haply, prest with cares and woes, Too soon thou hast began To wander forth, with me, to mourn The miseries of Man.
第112页 - O death ! the poor man's dearest friend. The kindest and the best ! Welcome the hour my aged limbs Are laid with thee at rest ! The great, the wealthy, fear thy blow, From pomp and pleasure torn ; But, Oh ! a blest relief to those That weary-laden mourn ! A PRAYER, IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH.
第115页 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang and clash and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows...