Cyclop©¡dia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British Authors, from the Earliest to the Present Times, 2±ÇRobert Chambers W. and R. Chambers, 1844 - 4ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... Tears of Scotland , JOHN ARMSTRONG , Grongar Hill , 22 . Wrecks and Mutations of Time , WILLIAM HAMILTON , 24 , Recommendation of Angling , 69 The Braes of Yarrow , Festilence of the Fifteenth Century , 69 Song Ye shepherds of this ...
... Tears of Scotland , JOHN ARMSTRONG , Grongar Hill , 22 . Wrecks and Mutations of Time , WILLIAM HAMILTON , 24 , Recommendation of Angling , 69 The Braes of Yarrow , Festilence of the Fifteenth Century , 69 Song Ye shepherds of this ...
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... tears ; then he breaks out and shines , And travels his heavenly way : But when he comes nearer to finish his race , Like a fine setting sun , he looks richer in grace , And gives a sure hope at the end of his days , Of rising in ...
... tears ; then he breaks out and shines , And travels his heavenly way : But when he comes nearer to finish his race , Like a fine setting sun , he looks richer in grace , And gives a sure hope at the end of his days , Of rising in ...
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... tears . A native grace Sat fair - proportioned on her polished limbs , Veiled in a simple robe , their best attire , Beyond the pomp of dress ; for loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament , But is , when unadorned , adorned the ...
... tears . A native grace Sat fair - proportioned on her polished limbs , Veiled in a simple robe , their best attire , Beyond the pomp of dress ; for loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament , But is , when unadorned , adorned the ...
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... tear would rise , the social sigh ; And into clear perfection , gradual bliss , Stung with the thoughts of home ; the ... tears of artless innocence . Alas ! Nor wife nor children more shall he behold , Nor friends , nor sacred home . On ...
... tear would rise , the social sigh ; And into clear perfection , gradual bliss , Stung with the thoughts of home ; the ... tears of artless innocence . Alas ! Nor wife nor children more shall he behold , Nor friends , nor sacred home . On ...
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... tears the skies , Serves but to root thy native oak . Rule Britannia , & c . Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame ; All their attempts to bend thee down Will but arouse thy generous flame , And work their wo and thy renown . Rule ...
... tears the skies , Serves but to root thy native oak . Rule Britannia , & c . Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame ; All their attempts to bend thee down Will but arouse thy generous flame , And work their wo and thy renown . Rule ...
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325 ÆäÀÌÁö - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
327 ÆäÀÌÁö - Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on. — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
56 ÆäÀÌÁö - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
382 ÆäÀÌÁö - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly...
406 ÆäÀÌÁö - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease; For summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...
398 ÆäÀÌÁö - And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest on mine airy nest As still as a brooding dove. That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer...
410 ÆäÀÌÁö - But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him,— But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
340 ÆäÀÌÁö - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
406 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 stared at the Pacific — and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise: Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
340 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.