Cyclopædia of English literature, Том 21844 |
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... seen and gone ; But those who soonest take their flight , Are the most exquisite and strong , " Like angels ' visits short and bright ; Mortality's too weak to bear them long . The conclusion of ' The Grave ' has been pronounced to be ...
... seen and gone ; But those who soonest take their flight , Are the most exquisite and strong , " Like angels ' visits short and bright ; Mortality's too weak to bear them long . The conclusion of ' The Grave ' has been pronounced to be ...
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... seen , but boarded at our peril ; Here , on a single plank , thrown safe ashore , I hear the tumult of the distant throng , As that of seas remote , or dying storns ; And meditate on scenes more silent still ; Pursue my theme , and ...
... seen , but boarded at our peril ; Here , on a single plank , thrown safe ashore , I hear the tumult of the distant throng , As that of seas remote , or dying storns ; And meditate on scenes more silent still ; Pursue my theme , and ...
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... seen the gradual improve- ment of his taste , as well as imagination . So far as the art of the poet is concerned , the last corrected edition is a new work . The power of Thomson , however , lay not in his art , but in the exuberance ...
... seen the gradual improve- ment of his taste , as well as imagination . So far as the art of the poet is concerned , the last corrected edition is a new work . The power of Thomson , however , lay not in his art , but in the exuberance ...
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... between ; And flowery beds that slumberous influence kest , From poppies breathed ; and beds of pleasant green , Where never yet was creeping creature seen . Meantime unnumbered 19 POETS . JAMES THOMSON . ENGLISH LITERATURE .
... between ; And flowery beds that slumberous influence kest , From poppies breathed ; and beds of pleasant green , Where never yet was creeping creature seen . Meantime unnumbered 19 POETS . JAMES THOMSON . ENGLISH LITERATURE .
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... seen to move , As Idlesse fancied in her dreaming mood : And up the hills , on either side , a wood Of blackening pines , aye waving to and fro , Sent forth a sleepy horror through the blood ; And where this valley winded out below ...
... seen to move , As Idlesse fancied in her dreaming mood : And up the hills , on either side , a wood Of blackening pines , aye waving to and fro , Sent forth a sleepy horror through the blood ; And where this valley winded out below ...
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Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ..., Том 2 Robert Chambers Полный просмотр - 1844 |
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Стр. 410 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Стр. 32 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Стр. 398 - 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.
Стр. 327 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Стр. 56 - Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Стр. 340 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head, Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Стр. 219 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, Which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; The hair of my flesh stood up: It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: An image was before mine eyes, There was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God?
Стр. 406 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Стр. 327 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of man...
Стр. 406 - 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.