English Literature of the Nineteenth Century: On the Plan of the Author's "Compendium of English Literature," and Supplementary to It. Designed for Colleges and Advanced Classes in Schools, as Well as for Private ReadingE.C. & J. Biddle, 1857 - 785 pages |
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... dark , eternally to shine . When Heaven to all thy joys bestows , And graves upon our hearts - be free- Shall coward man those joys resign , And dare reverse this great decree ? Submit him to some idol - king , Some selfish , passion ...
... dark , eternally to shine . When Heaven to all thy joys bestows , And graves upon our hearts - be free- Shall coward man those joys resign , And dare reverse this great decree ? Submit him to some idol - king , Some selfish , passion ...
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... darkness thou only canst free ! ' " And darkness and doubt are now flying away ; No longer I roam in conjecture forlorn : So breaks on the traveller , faint and astray , The bright and the balmy effulgence of morn . See Truth , Love ...
... darkness thou only canst free ! ' " And darkness and doubt are now flying away ; No longer I roam in conjecture forlorn : So breaks on the traveller , faint and astray , The bright and the balmy effulgence of morn . See Truth , Love ...
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... dark cloud , or rather very thick mist , hanging over the edge of the water , to the height , perhaps , of half a yard , and of the breadth of two or three yards , stretching along the coast as far as the eye could reach , and always ...
... dark cloud , or rather very thick mist , hanging over the edge of the water , to the height , perhaps , of half a yard , and of the breadth of two or three yards , stretching along the coast as far as the eye could reach , and always ...
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... dark , we took up our lodgings for the night at a small village , where I procured some victuals for myself and some corn for my horse , at the moderate price of a button , and was told that I should see the Niger ( which the negroes ...
... dark , we took up our lodgings for the night at a small village , where I procured some victuals for myself and some corn for my horse , at the moderate price of a button , and was told that I should see the Niger ( which the negroes ...
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... dark and sullen sire ! Whose modest form , so delicately fine , Was nursed in whirling storms , And cradled in the winds ; Thee , when young Spring first question'd Winter's sway , And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight , Thee on ...
... dark and sullen sire ! Whose modest form , so delicately fine , Was nursed in whirling storms , And cradled in the winds ; Thee , when young Spring first question'd Winter's sway , And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight , Thee on ...
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Page 540 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. "The stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Page 162 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; . And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 444 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this
Page 543 - THE world is too much with us: late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Page 162 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail...
Page 604 - Pray, do not mock me ! I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward, and, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you, and know this man ; Yet I am doubtful...
Page 540 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Page 444 - Work, work, work! From weary chime to chime ; Work, work, work, As prisoners work for crime : Band and gusset and seam, Seam and gusset and band, Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumbed, As well as the weary hand.
Page 237 - With priest's and warrior's voice between. No portents now our foes amaze, Forsaken Israel wanders lone : Our fathers would not know THY ways, And THOU hast left them to their own. But, present still, though now unseen ! When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of THEE a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray. And...
Page 433 - I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.