English Literature of Nineteenth Century: On the Plan of the Author's "Compendium of English Literature" and Supplementary to It. Designed for Colleges and Advanced Classes |
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... whole . In 1753 this ele- gant and valuable accession to classical literature was completed and pub- lished , accompanied by notes , dissertations , commentaries , and essays . The work was well received , and Warton's version of the ...
... whole . In 1753 this ele- gant and valuable accession to classical literature was completed and pub- lished , accompanied by notes , dissertations , commentaries , and essays . The work was well received , and Warton's version of the ...
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... whole work , and are written " with an extent of erudition , and a purity , elegance , and vigor of lan- guage , which demand very high praise . " In the year 1755 , Warton was chosen second master of Winchester school , for which high ...
... whole work , and are written " with an extent of erudition , and a purity , elegance , and vigor of lan- guage , which demand very high praise . " In the year 1755 , Warton was chosen second master of Winchester school , for which high ...
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... whole of the poem , which is of the purest kind , and highly elevating in its influence . The character of Dr. Beattie is delineated in his writings , of which the most prominent features are purity of sentiment and warm attachment to ...
... whole of the poem , which is of the purest kind , and highly elevating in its influence . The character of Dr. Beattie is delineated in his writings , of which the most prominent features are purity of sentiment and warm attachment to ...
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... whole mind and heart the great truths of the Christian re ligion , he sought out his neglected piece , and finished it with that fine burst of Christian feeling and poetic splendor with which it pro ceeds and ends : - " And beauty ...
... whole mind and heart the great truths of the Christian re ligion , he sought out his neglected piece , and finished it with that fine burst of Christian feeling and poetic splendor with which it pro ceeds and ends : - " And beauty ...
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... whole night on account of these reflections , and I am now come solemnly to inform you that if you persist in your indolence I must renounce your society . ' I was so struck with the visit and the visitor , that I lay in bed a great ...
... whole night on account of these reflections , and I am now come solemnly to inform you that if you persist in your indolence I must renounce your society . ' I was so struck with the visit and the visitor , that I lay in bed a great ...
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Page 99 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Page 143 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Page 123 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown. For the Angel of Death...
Page 430 - THE world is too much with us: late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Page 541 - Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still ; and said, " I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.
Page 127 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Page 124 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Page 82 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Page 220 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Page 430 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.