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... mind of England like a new creation . If England had been left to the full exercise of her powers , thus awakened , probably no nation of Europe would have made a more rapid progress to the highest intellectual excellence . But war came ...
... mind of England like a new creation . If England had been left to the full exercise of her powers , thus awakened , probably no nation of Europe would have made a more rapid progress to the highest intellectual excellence . But war came ...
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... . Chaucer's mind was cast in the mould of Poetry , and his genius was practised and enriched by the most * Born in London , 1328 , died 1400 . singular diversity of knowledge and situation . was a classical PREFACE .
... . Chaucer's mind was cast in the mould of Poetry , and his genius was practised and enriched by the most * Born in London , 1328 , died 1400 . singular diversity of knowledge and situation . was a classical PREFACE .
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... mind may be attributed some of the characteristics of his poetry , for in Ireland , and in the midst of its most delicious scenery , he completed the " Fairy Queen . " The faults of this celebrated poem are obvious , and must be traced ...
... mind may be attributed some of the characteristics of his poetry , for in Ireland , and in the midst of its most delicious scenery , he completed the " Fairy Queen . " The faults of this celebrated poem are obvious , and must be traced ...
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... mind , but of the whole range of the simple , the lovely , and the sublime . His force and flow have the easy strength of the tide ; and his lights and shadows are thrown with the rich negligence , yet with the intensity and grandeur of ...
... mind , but of the whole range of the simple , the lovely , and the sublime . His force and flow have the easy strength of the tide ; and his lights and shadows are thrown with the rich negligence , yet with the intensity and grandeur of ...
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... minds , crowns his supremacy ; for it must have proceeded from either the creative facility that made all effort trivial ; or the still nobler faculty , that sense of ... mind . Milton's genius was equal to his theme , and his PREFACE . ix.
... minds , crowns his supremacy ; for it must have proceeded from either the creative facility that made all effort trivial ; or the still nobler faculty , that sense of ... mind . Milton's genius was equal to his theme , and his PREFACE . ix.
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Page 106 - to rest, By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. ODE TO EVENING. If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, May hope, O pensive Eve, to soothe thine
Page 31 - returns,—puzzles the will; And makes us rather bear the ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of! Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; And enterprises of great pith and moment,
Page 332 - him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still would'st thou
Page 161 - is laid aside, His lyart hafiets wearing thin an' bare; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And, 'Let us worship God!' he says, with solemn air. They chant their artless notes in simple guise, They tune their hearts, by
Page 304 - quell: He rushed into the field, and, foremost fighting-, fell. Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings,
Page 51 - and of trophies hung, In sage and solemn tunes have sung, Of forests and enchantments drear, Where more is meant than meets the ear. Thus night oft see me in thy pale career, Till silver-suited morn appear; Not trickt and frounced as she was wont, With the Attic boy to hunt, But
Page 329 - day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn ; Among the river sallows, borne aloft Hedge-crickets sing ; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
Page 63 - I fondly ask : but Patience, to prevent Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide, Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent That murmur, soon replies,
Page 164 - Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure, Thy slender stem; To spare thee now is past my power, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! its no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie lark, companion meet; Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet, Wi' speckled breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet
Page 30 - There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny; 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call my own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me to mine enemies. DEATH. To be,