English Literature of the Nineteenth Century: On the Plan of the Author's "Compendium of English Literature," and Supplementary to It. Designed for Colleges and Advanced Classes in Schools, as Well as for Private ReadingE.C. & J. Biddle, 1857 - 785页 |
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... speak . Its incessant repetition of a few articulate sounds , or perhaps of the single word which it has learned to ... speaking , without having any thing to 54 [ GEORGE III . PALEY .
... speak . Its incessant repetition of a few articulate sounds , or perhaps of the single word which it has learned to ... speaking , without having any thing to 54 [ GEORGE III . PALEY .
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... speaking , without having any thing to say ; and with walking , without knowing where to go . And prior to both these , I am disposed to believe that the waking hours of infancy are agreeably taken up with the exercise of vision , or ...
... speaking , without having any thing to say ; and with walking , without knowing where to go . And prior to both these , I am disposed to believe that the waking hours of infancy are agreeably taken up with the exercise of vision , or ...
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... speak , are worthy of its care . Nightly rest and daily bread , the ordinary use of our limbs , and senses , and understandings , are gifts which admit of no comparison with any other ; yet , because almost every man we meet possesses ...
... speak , are worthy of its care . Nightly rest and daily bread , the ordinary use of our limbs , and senses , and understandings , are gifts which admit of no comparison with any other ; yet , because almost every man we meet possesses ...
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... speak of her with fond regret Who asks your lingering thoughts . December , 1809 . This poem was the last ever composed by the author , who expired at the place where it was written , after six years of protracted malady , on the 24th ...
... speak of her with fond regret Who asks your lingering thoughts . December , 1809 . This poem was the last ever composed by the author , who expired at the place where it was written , after six years of protracted malady , on the 24th ...
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... speak of him otherwise than of a friend who always met me with kindness , and from whom I never separated without regret . When I sought his company he had no capricious excuses for withholding it , but lent himself to every invitation ...
... speak of him otherwise than of a friend who always met me with kindness , and from whom I never separated without regret . When I sought his company he had no capricious excuses for withholding it , but lent himself to every invitation ...
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第540页 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. "The stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
第162页 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; . And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
第444页 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this
第543页 - THE world is too much with us: late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
第162页 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail...
第604页 - Pray, do not mock me ! I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward, and, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you, and know this man ; Yet I am doubtful...
第540页 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
第444页 - Work, work, work! From weary chime to chime ; Work, work, work, As prisoners work for crime : Band and gusset and seam, Seam and gusset and band, Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumbed, As well as the weary hand.
第237页 - With priest's and warrior's voice between. No portents now our foes amaze, Forsaken Israel wanders lone : Our fathers would not know THY ways, And THOU hast left them to their own. But, present still, though now unseen ! When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of THEE a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray. And...
第433页 - I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.