The British classical authors: with biographical notices. On the basis of a selection by L. HerrigG. Westermann, 1906 - 752 pages |
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... Lady of Shalott 531 . · To Autumn 454 Ulysses . 533 From Hyperion . 455 The Passing of Arthur 535 From In Memoriam ... Ladies of Sorrow 468 . Home - Thoughts , from Abroad 550 . Love among the Ruins 551 WILLIAM HAZLITT Evelyn Hope . 553 ...
... Lady of Shalott 531 . · To Autumn 454 Ulysses . 533 From Hyperion . 455 The Passing of Arthur 535 From In Memoriam ... Ladies of Sorrow 468 . Home - Thoughts , from Abroad 550 . Love among the Ruins 551 WILLIAM HAZLITT Evelyn Hope . 553 ...
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... Lady Pembroke , at Wilton ( 1580 ) , he wrote most of his pastoral romance The Countess of Pembroke's Arcadia ( publ . in 1590 ) , in which he followed Italian and Spanish models , as the Arcadia of Sanna- zaro and the Diana of ...
... Lady Pembroke , at Wilton ( 1580 ) , he wrote most of his pastoral romance The Countess of Pembroke's Arcadia ( publ . in 1590 ) , in which he followed Italian and Spanish models , as the Arcadia of Sanna- zaro and the Diana of ...
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... lady rode him fair beside , Upon a lowly ass more white than snow , Yet she much whiter ; but the same did hide Under a veil that wimpled was full low ; 32 And over all a black stole she did throw . As one that inly mourn'd , so was she ...
... lady rode him fair beside , Upon a lowly ass more white than snow , Yet she much whiter ; but the same did hide Under a veil that wimpled was full low ; 32 And over all a black stole she did throw . As one that inly mourn'd , so was she ...
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... lady mild , ' Lest sudden mischief ye too rash provoke ; The danger hid , the place unkown and wild , Breeds dreadful doubts . Oft fire is without smoke , 104 And peril without show ; therefore your stroke , Sir Knight , withhold , till ...
... lady mild , ' Lest sudden mischief ye too rash provoke ; The danger hid , the place unkown and wild , Breeds dreadful doubts . Oft fire is without smoke , 104 And peril without show ; therefore your stroke , Sir Knight , withhold , till ...
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... lady , sad to see his sore constraint , 164 Cried out , ' Now , now , Sir Knight , show what ye be ; Add faith unto your force , and be not faint ; Strangle her , else she sure will strangle thee . ' That when he heard , in great ...
... lady , sad to see his sore constraint , 164 Cried out , ' Now , now , Sir Knight , show what ye be ; Add faith unto your force , and be not faint ; Strangle her , else she sure will strangle thee . ' That when he heard , in great ...
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Page 349 - The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Page 340 - Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind. With tranquil restoration...
Page 725 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not...
Page 56 - When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st,...
Page 33 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves; than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men?
Page 340 - 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...
Page 349 - Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief; A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong...
Page 62 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
Page 321 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
Page 100 - There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast. And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet...