Gleanings from the English poets, Chaucer to Tennyson, with biogr. notices of the authors [by R. Inglis].1862 |
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... TO TENNYSON , WITH BIOGRAPHICAL NOTICES OF THE AUTHORS . Eight Engravings on Steel . Edinburgh : GALL & INGLIS , 6 GEORGE STREET . LONDON HOULSTON & WRIGHT . 280. c . 159 HEC OTHE BIBLIO BOD CONTENTS . GEOFFREY CHAUCER , 1328-1400.
... TO TENNYSON , WITH BIOGRAPHICAL NOTICES OF THE AUTHORS . Eight Engravings on Steel . Edinburgh : GALL & INGLIS , 6 GEORGE STREET . LONDON HOULSTON & WRIGHT . 280. c . 159 HEC OTHE BIBLIO BOD CONTENTS . GEOFFREY CHAUCER , 1328-1400.
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... . Victoria's Tears , 508 ALFRED TENNYSON , 1809- Christmas Bells , 510 RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES , 1809– London Churches , 512 O. W. HOLMES , 1809- The Last Reader , 513 JOHN BETHUNE , 1810-1839 . PAGE The First of Winter CONTENTS . XV.
... . Victoria's Tears , 508 ALFRED TENNYSON , 1809- Christmas Bells , 510 RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES , 1809– London Churches , 512 O. W. HOLMES , 1809- The Last Reader , 513 JOHN BETHUNE , 1810-1839 . PAGE The First of Winter CONTENTS . XV.
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... London in the year 1328. Very little is known of his parentage , but he seems to have lived in comfortable circumstances , having been educated at Cambridge and afterwards sent to travel in Italy . The literature of Italy and a meeting ...
... London in the year 1328. Very little is known of his parentage , but he seems to have lived in comfortable circumstances , having been educated at Cambridge and afterwards sent to travel in Italy . The literature of Italy and a meeting ...
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... , he died in the follow- ing year , in the forty - fifth year of his age , in a small lodging in London . " The His remains were laid beside those of Chaucer 38 GLEANINGS FROM THE ENGLISH POETS . EDMUND SPENSER, 1553-1599.
... , he died in the follow- ing year , in the forty - fifth year of his age , in a small lodging in London . " The His remains were laid beside those of Chaucer 38 GLEANINGS FROM THE ENGLISH POETS . EDMUND SPENSER, 1553-1599.
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... London , where he began his career at the theatres by holding horses for gentlemen who came to the play . He afterwards was admitted inside the theatres to act the humbler parts of the drama . From this moment he rose rapidly , and ...
... London , where he began his career at the theatres by holding horses for gentlemen who came to the play . He afterwards was admitted inside the theatres to act the humbler parts of the drama . From this moment he rose rapidly , and ...
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Page 251 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made : But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied.
Page 429 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes By the deep Sea, and music in its roar : I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Page 50 - ALL the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Page 228 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 48 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice...
Page 252 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Page 79 - When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow; Then boast no more your mighty deeds! Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds. Your heads must come To the cold tomb: Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in their dust.
Page 51 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Page 56 - I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
Page 231 - THE EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth a Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown : fair Science...