Studies in English and American LiteratureAinsworth, 1900 - 599 pages |
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... Mountains , Howitt ... 297 539 The Snow - shower , W. C. Bryant . 302 541 Autumn Two Ways of Looking at the Dying ... Mountain Daisy , Burns .. 319 547 How to Find the Highest Enjoyment in Nature , Cowper 321 547 Among the Isles of ...
... Mountains , Howitt ... 297 539 The Snow - shower , W. C. Bryant . 302 541 Autumn Two Ways of Looking at the Dying ... Mountain Daisy , Burns .. 319 547 How to Find the Highest Enjoyment in Nature , Cowper 321 547 Among the Isles of ...
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... mountain and there a plain , here a morass and there a river ; woodland in one part , and savannahs in another . Such superficial ideas and observations as these he may collect in gal- loping over it ; but the more useful observations ...
... mountain and there a plain , here a morass and there a river ; woodland in one part , and savannahs in another . Such superficial ideas and observations as these he may collect in gal- loping over it ; but the more useful observations ...
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... Mountain Daisy , " " The Mouse's Nest , " and others that might be named , claim the unhesitating admiration of all who can appreciate true poetic sentiment . Some of his poems are less happy in their subjects , and less chaste in their ...
... Mountain Daisy , " " The Mouse's Nest , " and others that might be named , claim the unhesitating admiration of all who can appreciate true poetic sentiment . Some of his poems are less happy in their subjects , and less chaste in their ...
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... mountain daisy , the harebell , the foxglove , the wild brier - rose , the budding birch , and the hoary hawthorn , that I view and hang over with particular delight . I never hear the loud , solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer ...
... mountain daisy , the harebell , the foxglove , the wild brier - rose , the budding birch , and the hoary hawthorn , that I view and hang over with particular delight . I never hear the loud , solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer ...
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... mountains , From India's coral strand . The following lines are from his poem on Palestine : -- Reft of thy sons , amid thy foes forlorn , Mourn , widowed queen ! forgotten Sion , mourn ! Is this thy palace , sad city , this thy throne ...
... mountains , From India's coral strand . The following lines are from his poem on Palestine : -- Reft of thy sons , amid thy foes forlorn , Mourn , widowed queen ! forgotten Sion , mourn ! Is this thy palace , sad city , this thy throne ...
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Page 271 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds 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.
Page 405 - The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay, Sat by his fire, and talked the night away, Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won.
Page 316 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Page 76 - And though a linguist should pride himself to have all the tongues that Babel cleft the world into, yet if he have not studied the solid things in them as well as the words and lexicons, he were nothing so much to be esteemed a learned man, as any yeoman or tradesman competently wise in his mother dialect only.
Page 354 - O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! 0 Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Page 94 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies, She drew an angel down.
Page 422 - Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; And through the hill-gaps sunset light Shone over it with a warm good-night.
Page 123 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Page 329 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !
Page 407 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...