Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British Authors, from the Earliest to the Present Times, Volume 2Robert Chambers |
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... heart Beats thick ! his roomy chest by far too scant To give the lungs full play ! What now avail The strong - built sinewy limbs and well - spread shoulders ? See , how he tugs for life , and lays about him , Mad with his pain ! Eager ...
... heart Beats thick ! his roomy chest by far too scant To give the lungs full play ! What now avail The strong - built sinewy limbs and well - spread shoulders ? See , how he tugs for life , and lays about him , Mad with his pain ! Eager ...
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... heart denies him half his praise . With nakedness his innocence agrees , While their broad foliage testifies their ... hearts the sudden dread : But their hearts wounded , like the wounded air , Soon close ; where past the shaft no trace ...
... heart denies him half his praise . With nakedness his innocence agrees , While their broad foliage testifies their ... hearts the sudden dread : But their hearts wounded , like the wounded air , Soon close ; where past the shaft no trace ...
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... heart own a gleaner in the field : And thus in secret to his soul he sighed : " What pity ! that so delicate a form , By beauty kindled , where enlivening sense And more than vulgar goodness seem to dwell , Should be devoted to the rude ...
... heart own a gleaner in the field : And thus in secret to his soul he sighed : " What pity ! that so delicate a form , By beauty kindled , where enlivening sense And more than vulgar goodness seem to dwell , Should be devoted to the rude ...
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... heart , and hard beset By death in various forms , dark snares and dogs , And more unpitying men , the garden seeks , Urged on by fearless want . The bleating kine Eye the bleak heaven , and next , the glistening earth , With looks of ...
... heart , and hard beset By death in various forms , dark snares and dogs , And more unpitying men , the garden seeks , Urged on by fearless want . The bleating kine Eye the bleak heaven , and next , the glistening earth , With looks of ...
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... heart , As home he goes beneath the joyous moon . Ye that keep watch in heaven , as earth asleep Unconscious lies , effuse your mildest beams ; Ye constellations , while your angels strike , Amid the spangled sky , the silver lyre ...
... heart , As home he goes beneath the joyous moon . Ye that keep watch in heaven , as earth asleep Unconscious lies , effuse your mildest beams ; Ye constellations , while your angels strike , Amid the spangled sky , the silver lyre ...
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Page 325 - 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...
Page 327 - 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.
Page 56 - 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.
Page 382 - 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...
Page 406 - 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...
Page 398 - 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...
Page 410 - 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.
Page 340 - 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.
Page 406 - 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.
Page 340 - 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.