The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeCrissy and Markley, 1847 - 221 pagina's |
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Pagina 3
... proud , reluctant occupant ; He doth inform in miserable dens The locked - up soul of sordid ignorance With his sublimest knowledge ! he hath stolen Gently , not unawares , into the chamber Of the Poor Scholar , like a sober friend Who ...
... proud , reluctant occupant ; He doth inform in miserable dens The locked - up soul of sordid ignorance With his sublimest knowledge ! he hath stolen Gently , not unawares , into the chamber Of the Poor Scholar , like a sober friend Who ...
Pagina 17
... proud ambition That once was Albert Luberg's , to be great ? Have you ne'er thought upon a gentle maiden That sits beside your mother all day long , Shedding hot tears on her embroidery frame ; Waiting till she is sick at heart for ...
... proud ambition That once was Albert Luberg's , to be great ? Have you ne'er thought upon a gentle maiden That sits beside your mother all day long , Shedding hot tears on her embroidery frame ; Waiting till she is sick at heart for ...
Pagina 25
... proud intelligence ; That discontented , reasoning sense Which keeps him restless , and doth send His struggling thought through depth and height ; Which makes him strive to comprehend The Eternal and the Infinite ? Wherefore this ...
... proud intelligence ; That discontented , reasoning sense Which keeps him restless , and doth send His struggling thought through depth and height ; Which makes him strive to comprehend The Eternal and the Infinite ? Wherefore this ...
Pagina 34
... proud ambition , which did plume itself Upon a glorious eyrie ' mong mankind ! But this scheme The mother's heart is keenly sensitive , Of going to the city , I like not- Why would you leave us ? you can study here , My father studies ...
... proud ambition , which did plume itself Upon a glorious eyrie ' mong mankind ! But this scheme The mother's heart is keenly sensitive , Of going to the city , I like not- Why would you leave us ? you can study here , My father studies ...
Pagina 52
... proud oppressor That fattens on our blood ! Shall it be thus- Thus shall we toil , and groan ! No , no ! my friends , Thanks to brave men like you , we will be free ! We will assert our human dignity , - Our birth - right as free men ...
... proud oppressor That fattens on our blood ! Shall it be thus- Thus shall we toil , and groan ! No , no ! my friends , Thanks to brave men like you , we will be free ! We will assert our human dignity , - Our birth - right as free men ...
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The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One Volume Mary Botham Howitt Volledige weergave - 1840 |
The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One Volume Mary Botham Howitt Volledige weergave - 1840 |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 423 - The tender and delicate woman among you, which would not adventure to set the sole of her foot upon the ground for delicateness and tenderness...
Pagina 447 - Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms; And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead ; All lovely tales that we have heard or read: An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the Heaven's brink.
Pagina 20 - FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust ; in sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ...
Pagina 52 - 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, and the fruit-tree wild...
Pagina 52 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
Pagina 447 - Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth...
Pagina 52 - Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme...
Pagina 119 - God might have bade the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, Without a flower at all. We might have had enough, enough For every want of ours, For luxury, medicine and toil, And yet have had no flowers.
Pagina 447 - The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy ; but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thick-sighted...
Pagina 52 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sun-burnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...