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... Poetry ,. Canadian Literature ,. Decline of the Legitimate Drama , The Discovery of the Great West , The ( Review , ) . Flores Nimium Breves ,. Geological Discovery in Newfoundland , A Gaillard De Bearn , Gloria in Excelsis , Historical ...
... Poetry ,. Canadian Literature ,. Decline of the Legitimate Drama , The Discovery of the Great West , The ( Review , ) . Flores Nimium Breves ,. Geological Discovery in Newfoundland , A Gaillard De Bearn , Gloria in Excelsis , Historical ...
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... Poetry , Charles ( Review , ) .. Simpler Forms of Life ; Rhizopoda , .. Select Tea Party at the General Hospital Convent in 1759 , A ...... Sack of Rome by the Goths , Sybaris and other Homes , ( Review , ) Story of a Bad Boy , ( Review ...
... Poetry , Charles ( Review , ) .. Simpler Forms of Life ; Rhizopoda , .. Select Tea Party at the General Hospital Convent in 1759 , A ...... Sack of Rome by the Goths , Sybaris and other Homes , ( Review , ) Story of a Bad Boy , ( Review ...
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... poets more frequently indulge in pathetic writing , may be true , " said Harry ; " but that they surpass more ... poetry , as they natur- ally employ the simple language in which pathos is conveyed . Deep pathos is never clothed ...
... poets more frequently indulge in pathetic writing , may be true , " said Harry ; " but that they surpass more ... poetry , as they natur- ally employ the simple language in which pathos is conveyed . Deep pathos is never clothed ...
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... poets that expatiate so much on human nature , " said Fred , impulsively . " Which of them has written anything so ... poetry never makes me think better of the world - of man and his surroundings . " " Pardon me , sir , " said Harry ...
... poets that expatiate so much on human nature , " said Fred , impulsively . " Which of them has written anything so ... poetry never makes me think better of the world - of man and his surroundings . " " Pardon me , sir , " said Harry ...
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... poet need disdain . All lovely thoughts should round it throng , And music it should speak , Of which the poet's sweetest song Were but an echo weak . With life and colour it should glow , Love's warmth should lend it brightness ; Hope ...
... poet need disdain . All lovely thoughts should round it throng , And music it should speak , Of which the poet's sweetest song Were but an echo weak . With life and colour it should glow , Love's warmth should lend it brightness ; Hope ...
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Seite 69 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms: Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon ; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide: They hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
Seite 190 - Look once more ere we leave this specular mount Westward, much nearer by south-west, behold Where on the ^Egean shore a city stands Built nobly, pure the air, and light the soil ; Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence...
Seite 230 - So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Seite 224 - Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest, saddest plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the accustomed oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!
Seite 63 - Under a shade, on flowers, much wondering where And what I was, whence thither brought, and how. Not distant far from thence a murmuring sound Of waters issued from a cave, and spread Into a liquid plain, then stood unmoved, Pure as the expanse of heaven ; I thither went With unexperienced thought, and laid me down On the green bank, to look into the clear Smooth lake, that to me seemed another sky...
Seite 114 - Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit; and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not. Histories make men wise; poets witty; the mathematics subtle; natural philosophy deep; moral grave; logic and rhetoric able to contend.
Seite 65 - Others apart sat on a hill retired, In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate, Fix'd fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute, And found no end, in wandering mazes lost.
Seite 114 - Crafty men contemn studies, simple men admire them, and wise men use them; for they teach not their own use; but that is a wisdom without them, and above them, won by observation.
Seite 279 - Though the day of my destiny's over, And the star of my fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find; Though thy soul with my grief was acquainted It shrunk not to share it with me, And the love which my spirit hath painted It never hath found but in thee.
Seite 273 - With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils never stretch'd by pain, Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet that iron never shod, And flanks unscarr'd by spur or rod, A thousand horse, the wild, the free, Like waves that follow o'er the sea, Came thickly thundering on...