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... thoughts , and had enrolled Spenser in that band and order of poets with one ex- ception , not the greatest order to whom the wonderful passion of love , in its heights and its depths , is the element on which their imagina- tion works ...
... thoughts , and had enrolled Spenser in that band and order of poets with one ex- ception , not the greatest order to whom the wonderful passion of love , in its heights and its depths , is the element on which their imagina- tion works ...
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... instantaneous . England was waiting for a new poet , and had grace given to recognise him when he appeared . " But now yet at the last , " wrote one critic while his mind was filled with thoughts of Vir- gil 20 LITERARY BY - PATHS.
... instantaneous . England was waiting for a new poet , and had grace given to recognise him when he appeared . " But now yet at the last , " wrote one critic while his mind was filled with thoughts of Vir- gil 20 LITERARY BY - PATHS.
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Henry Charles Shelley. while his mind was filled with thoughts of Vir- gil , " hath England hatched one poet of this sort , in my conscience comparable with the best in any respect : even master Sp . , author of the ' Shepherd's Calender ...
Henry Charles Shelley. while his mind was filled with thoughts of Vir- gil , " hath England hatched one poet of this sort , in my conscience comparable with the best in any respect : even master Sp . , author of the ' Shepherd's Calender ...
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... had done ten years before when he had approved himself England's new poet . But was praise to be all ? Not quite . Elizabeth , close - fisted as she was , evidently thought she must do something for the poet who had 37 IN OLD ENGLAND.
... had done ten years before when he had approved himself England's new poet . But was praise to be all ? Not quite . Elizabeth , close - fisted as she was , evidently thought she must do something for the poet who had 37 IN OLD ENGLAND.
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Henry Charles Shelley. thought she must do something for the poet who had done so much for her , and it was like Spen- ser's luck that his Queen was persuaded to make her bounty less than she had intended . Tradi- tion affirms that ...
Henry Charles Shelley. thought she must do something for the poet who had done so much for her , and it was like Spen- ser's luck that his Queen was persuaded to make her bounty less than she had intended . Tradi- tion affirms that ...
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Page 104 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Page 162 - His house was known to all the vagrant train. He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain ; The long-remembered beggar was his guest, Whose beard descending swept his aged breast.
Page 152 - Careless their merits, or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his" failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all.
Page 162 - 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...
Page 160 - 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...
Page 263 - Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art — Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Page 112 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to sooth, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 36 - To the most mightie and magnificent Empresse Elizabeth, by the grace of God Queene of England, France, and Ireland, Defender of the Faith, etc.
Page 181 - This kind of life - the cheerless gloom of a hermit, with the unceasing moil of a galley-slave - brought me to my sixteenth year; a little before which period I first committed the sin of rhyme.
Page 190 - Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O