Homes and Haunts of the Most Eminent British Poets, Band 1Harper & brothers, 1856 |
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... look , and act , and think , and feel ; thus , did a great poet live among them , and send them down to us , and to all posterity , ten thousand times more faithfully preserved than by all the arts of Egypt and the East . " Quaint as ...
... look , and act , and think , and feel ; thus , did a great poet live among them , and send them down to us , and to all posterity , ten thousand times more faithfully preserved than by all the arts of Egypt and the East . " Quaint as ...
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... looks for , and hopes to receive at her sister's hand . " Artegall , or , in other words , Lord Grey , passes over to Ireland , and encounters Pollentè , or Gerald , earl of Des- mond , " who was in rebellion against Elizabeth at the ...
... looks for , and hopes to receive at her sister's hand . " Artegall , or , in other words , Lord Grey , passes over to Ireland , and encounters Pollentè , or Gerald , earl of Des- mond , " who was in rebellion against Elizabeth at the ...
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... look ; and I came out on bare heights , and with view of far - off bleak and brown mountains . Near Doneraile , I saw the ocean of green woods belonging to Lord Done- raile's park and domain lying before me in the valley , and passed ...
... look ; and I came out on bare heights , and with view of far - off bleak and brown mountains . Near Doneraile , I saw the ocean of green woods belonging to Lord Done- raile's park and domain lying before me in the valley , and passed ...
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... there- fore , evidently quite alive to the value of property . If we look at what Doneraile is , a perfect paradise of glorious woods , we may imagine what Kilcolman would have been if , instead of being laid waste with SPENSER .
... there- fore , evidently quite alive to the value of property . If we look at what Doneraile is , a perfect paradise of glorious woods , we may imagine what Kilcolman would have been if , instead of being laid waste with SPENSER .
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... continuance of weak - mindedness- Great is the glory , for the strife is hard . " Let us , then , at this moment , rather endeavor to look at the happiness which Spenser enjoyed here for ten bright years , SPENSER . 37.
... continuance of weak - mindedness- Great is the glory , for the strife is hard . " Let us , then , at this moment , rather endeavor to look at the happiness which Spenser enjoyed here for ten bright years , SPENSER . 37.
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Addison afterward Allan Cunningham amid ancient Ballater Ballymahon beautiful Bunhill Fields Burns Burns's Byron called castle Chatterton Chaucer church cottage court Cowper daughter death descendants Dryden Earl Edgeworthstown England fame father feeling friends garden genius glorious Goldsmith Gray ground hand haunts heart hills honor Ireland Johnson Kilkenny Lady land literary lived London look Lord Lord Byron marriage meadows miles Milton mind monument mother mountains nature never noble Oliver Goldsmith once park poem poet poet's poetical poetry poor Pope present Queen residence river road Robert Burns says scene seems Shakspeare Shelley side Sir William Sir William Stanhope soul Spenser spirit spot stands Swift Tam O'Shanter Tarbolton terton thing Thomas Chatterton Thomson Tighe tion took tower town trees Twickenham verses village walk wall whole wife William Canynge woods wrote
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Seite 330 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Seite 102 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
Seite 247 - Ah! little think the gay licentious proud, "Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround ; They who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth And wanton, often cruel, riot waste ;— Ah ! little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain...
Seite 81 - I know each lane, and every alley green, Dingle, or bushy dell of this wild wood, And every bosky bourn from side to side, My daily walks and ancient neighbourhood...
Seite 37 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares, The Poets, who on earth have made us Heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
Seite 102 - The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread : Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said : But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Seite 523 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Seite 106 - But, oh ! as to embrace me she inclined, I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.
Seite 480 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Seite 318 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love.