Homes and Haunts of the Most Eminent British PoetsRoutledge, 1863 - 706 Seiten |
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... so few of the like kind being spared by the fire , and still fewer by modern changes and improvements . In Canterbury , also , the pilgrim's inn is said to have continued to the present time , no longer , indeed , existing CHAUCER .
... so few of the like kind being spared by the fire , and still fewer by modern changes and improvements . In Canterbury , also , the pilgrim's inn is said to have continued to the present time , no longer , indeed , existing CHAUCER .
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... kind . He lived and died there , and was buried just below the castle , which used to be a churchyard . Bones are often dug up , and on the western side of the mound there had been a nunnery . ' In fact , they knew nothing accurately ...
... kind . He lived and died there , and was buried just below the castle , which used to be a churchyard . Bones are often dug up , and on the western side of the mound there had been a nunnery . ' In fact , they knew nothing accurately ...
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... kind of poetical enthusiasm , over this enchanted ground , we returned to the village . " The poet's house was close to the church ; the greatest part of it has been pulled down ; and what remains belongs to an adjacent farm . I am ...
... kind of poetical enthusiasm , over this enchanted ground , we returned to the village . " The poet's house was close to the church ; the greatest part of it has been pulled down ; and what remains belongs to an adjacent farm . I am ...
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... kind . Take this one passage as a specimen of the whole . " Let not our veneration for Milton for- bid us to look with some degree of merriment on great promises and small performances ; on the man who hastens home because his ...
... kind . Take this one passage as a specimen of the whole . " Let not our veneration for Milton for- bid us to look with some degree of merriment on great promises and small performances ; on the man who hastens home because his ...
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... kind , and is known , not only to the whole village , but the whole country round , as Milton's house . Mr. Dunster , in the additions to his edition of Paradise Regained , says that the cottage at Chalfont " is not pleasantly situated ...
... kind , and is known , not only to the whole village , but the whole country round , as Milton's house . Mr. Dunster , in the additions to his edition of Paradise Regained , says that the cottage at Chalfont " is not pleasantly situated ...
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Addison admiration afterwards Allan Cunningham amid amongst ancient Ballymahon beautiful Burns Burns's Byron called castle character charming Chatterton church Coleridge Colston's school cottage death delight died Earl Ebenezer Elliott Edinburgh England fame father feeling friends garden genius Goldsmith ground hand haunts heart hills Hogg honour Ireland Joanna Baillie Kilkenny lady Leigh Hunt letters literary lived London look Lord Lord Byron miles Milton mind monument mother nature neighbourhood never noble Oliver Goldsmith once pleasure poem poet poet's poetical poetry poor Pope residence river Robert Burns says scene Scotland Scott seems Shakspeare Shanter Shelley side Sir Walter Sir Walter Scott soon soul Southey Spenser spirit stands stone Swift things Thomson Tighe took tower town trees Twickenham verses village walk wall whole wife William William Canynge wonder woods Wordsworth writing wrote young
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Seite 200 - 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...
Seite 193 - 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 : Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Seite 202 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place ; The white-wash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door ; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
Seite 205 - 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; Unpractised he to fawn, or seek for power, By doctrines fashioned to the varying hour; Far other aims his heart had learned to prize, More skilled to raise the wretched than to rise.
Seite 34 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Seite 295 - Homer ruled as his demesne: Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Seite 272 - Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot, But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener, Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet cap, 'Tis now become a history little...
Seite 306 - And then I clasped my hands, and looked around — (But none was near to mock my streaming eyes, Which poured their warm drops on the sunny ground) — So without shame I spake — I will be wise, And just, and free, and mild, if in me lies Such power ; for I grow weary to behold The selfish and the strong still tyrannize Without reproach or check.
Seite 192 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Seite 59 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!