Pitman's Popular Lecturer and Reader, 9±ÇF. Pitman, 1864 |
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... poet Dryden . This village is situated on the river Nene , in Northamptonshire ; and , says Fuller , " if that worthy county esteem me no disgrace to it , Í esteem it an honour to me . " At his day it was a most populous and fruitful ...
... poet Dryden . This village is situated on the river Nene , in Northamptonshire ; and , says Fuller , " if that worthy county esteem me no disgrace to it , Í esteem it an honour to me . " At his day it was a most populous and fruitful ...
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... poets , would have this effect . Ob- serve , I say a right view of poetry . There are great mis- takes made on this subject . Some people have very weak , sickly , sentimental , namby - pambyish views of poetry . They indulge a love of ...
... poets , would have this effect . Ob- serve , I say a right view of poetry . There are great mis- takes made on this subject . Some people have very weak , sickly , sentimental , namby - pambyish views of poetry . They indulge a love of ...
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... poets . Go back to the earliest and most sublime in the strains of Hebrew bards and prophets , and you will find no ... poetic spirit at home in regions where mortal foot has never trod - higher than heaven , deeper than hell . Tasso ...
... poets . Go back to the earliest and most sublime in the strains of Hebrew bards and prophets , and you will find no ... poetic spirit at home in regions where mortal foot has never trod - higher than heaven , deeper than hell . Tasso ...
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... poetic taste may be yet a practical , a vigorous , and a blessed power . It will be possible to say then- Not for this Faint I , nor mourn , nor murmur ; other gifts Have followed , for such loss , I would believe Abundant recompense ...
... poetic taste may be yet a practical , a vigorous , and a blessed power . It will be possible to say then- Not for this Faint I , nor mourn , nor murmur ; other gifts Have followed , for such loss , I would believe Abundant recompense ...
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... for the solitary toil of the continuous reader , -who have felt the splendid inspi- ration of the poet's injunction , " To scorn delights , and live laborious days . " ¡æ I do not advise the general student to take REMARKS ON READING . 137.
... for the solitary toil of the continuous reader , -who have felt the splendid inspi- ration of the poet's injunction , " To scorn delights , and live laborious days . " ¡æ I do not advise the general student to take REMARKS ON READING . 137.
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228 ÆäÀÌÁö - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
337 ÆäÀÌÁö - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
224 ÆäÀÌÁö - Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills. Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains; And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
224 ÆäÀÌÁö - From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds 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.
24 ÆäÀÌÁö - Rejoice. Let your moderation be known unto all men. The Lord is at hand. Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
118 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ye Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze ! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe, And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
336 ÆäÀÌÁö - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles.
261 ÆäÀÌÁö - When, marshalled on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky, One Star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the star of Bethlehem.
169 ÆäÀÌÁö - This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England...
121 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.