The book of English poetry, with critical and biogr. sketches of the poets1853 |
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... Fame , 341 God in Nature , 341 The Millennium , Page 362 364 366 366 The Death of Dr. Swift , ... 342 The Dying Christian to his Soul , 368 A Modern Lady , 345 Woman , 369 ... Cato's Soliloquy on the Immor- Eternity , 370 tality of the ...
... Fame , 341 God in Nature , 341 The Millennium , Page 362 364 366 366 The Death of Dr. Swift , ... 342 The Dying Christian to his Soul , 368 A Modern Lady , 345 Woman , 369 ... Cato's Soliloquy on the Immor- Eternity , 370 tality of the ...
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... Fame , 364 ... 341 ... 200 God in Nature , 366 Poetasters ( a Simile ) , The Death of Dr. Swift , 341 The Millennium , 366 342 The Dying Christian to his Soul , 368 A Modern Lady , 345 Woman , 369 Cato's Soliloquy on the Immor- Eternity ...
... Fame , 364 ... 341 ... 200 God in Nature , 366 Poetasters ( a Simile ) , The Death of Dr. Swift , 341 The Millennium , 366 342 The Dying Christian to his Soul , 368 A Modern Lady , 345 Woman , 369 Cato's Soliloquy on the Immor- Eternity ...
第 vi 頁
... Fame , 341 God in Nature , 341 The Millennium , Page 362 364 366 366 The Death of Dr. Swift , ... 342 The Dying Christian to his Soul , 368 A Modern Lady , 345 Woman , 369 ... Cato's Soliloquy on the Immor- Eternity , 370 tality of the ...
... Fame , 341 God in Nature , 341 The Millennium , Page 362 364 366 366 The Death of Dr. Swift , ... 342 The Dying Christian to his Soul , 368 A Modern Lady , 345 Woman , 369 ... Cato's Soliloquy on the Immor- Eternity , 370 tality of the ...
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... fame , that , while Cowper was fifty before he began the labours which have placed him so high among the great poets of Eng- land , Burns was laid in his grave at the early age of thirty- B eight . Up to the age of twenty - three BURNS .
... fame , that , while Cowper was fifty before he began the labours which have placed him so high among the great poets of Eng- land , Burns was laid in his grave at the early age of thirty- B eight . Up to the age of twenty - three BURNS .
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... fame , had it not been eclipsed by his later and more popular prose writings . He was the younger son of an Edinburgh writer , and had not his ambition to found a family , and become a landed proprie- tor , tempted him to involve ...
... fame , had it not been eclipsed by his later and more popular prose writings . He was the younger son of an Edinburgh writer , and had not his ambition to found a family , and become a landed proprie- tor , tempted him to involve ...
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第 81 頁 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
第 142 頁 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
第 346 頁 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
第 145 頁 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
第 431 頁 - And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake let us sit upon the ground...
第 378 頁 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
第 260 頁 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
第 136 頁 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
第 145 頁 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook Or by a cider-press, with patient look Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
第 58 頁 - THOU lingering star, with lessening ray That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my heart was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...