Cathcart's Literary Reader: A Manual of English Literature : Being Typical Selections from Some of the Best British and American Authors from Shakespeare to the Present Time, Chronologically Arranged, with Biographical and Critical Sketches, and Numerous Notes, EtcAmerican Book Company, 1901 - 541 страници |
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... praise when we consider how much greater was the latter than any of his contemporaries ; but the originality , versatility , and amount of his work , and his vast and solid learning , entitle Jonson to the distinction . A suggestive ...
... praise when we consider how much greater was the latter than any of his contemporaries ; but the originality , versatility , and amount of his work , and his vast and solid learning , entitle Jonson to the distinction . A suggestive ...
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... praise too much . ' Tis true , and all men's suffrage . But these ways Were not the paths I meant unto thy praise ; For silliest ignorance on these may light , Which , when it sounds at best , but echoes right ; Or blind affection ...
... praise too much . ' Tis true , and all men's suffrage . But these ways Were not the paths I meant unto thy praise ; For silliest ignorance on these may light , Which , when it sounds at best , but echoes right ; Or blind affection ...
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... praise , And think to ruin , where it seemed to raise . But thou art proof against them , and , indeed , Above the ill - fortune of them , or the need . I therefore will begin : Soul of the age ! The applause , delight , the wonder of ...
... praise , And think to ruin , where it seemed to raise . But thou art proof against them , and , indeed , Above the ill - fortune of them , or the need . I therefore will begin : Soul of the age ! The applause , delight , the wonder of ...
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... praise ; Nor rules of state , but rules of good : Who hath his life from rumors freed , Whose conscience is his strong retreat ; Whose state can neither flatterers feed , Nor ruin make accusers great ; Who God doth late and early pray ...
... praise ; Nor rules of state , but rules of good : Who hath his life from rumors freed , Whose conscience is his strong retreat ; Whose state can neither flatterers feed , Nor ruin make accusers great ; Who God doth late and early pray ...
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... praise him in thy sphere , While day arises , that sweet hour of prime . Thou Sun , of this great world both eye and soul , Acknowledge him thy greater ; sound his praise In thy eternal course , both when thou climb'st , And when high ...
... praise him in thy sphere , While day arises , that sweet hour of prime . Thou Sun , of this great world both eye and soul , Acknowledge him thy greater ; sound his praise In thy eternal course , both when thou climb'st , And when high ...
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Страница 357 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Страница 358 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Страница 280 - A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And gentle sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart...
Страница 68 - The willows, and the hazel copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose, Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze, Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the white-thorn blows ; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherds
Страница 33 - O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Страница 144 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Страница 276 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals; The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys ; and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Страница 237 - Alas ! they had been friends in youth ; But whispering tongues can poison truth ; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Страница 283 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Страница 277 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.