“The” Last Hundred Years of English LiteratureFrommann, 1866 - 220 pages |
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Page 107 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet: A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food ; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Page 103 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And , in the churchyard cottage , I Dwell near them with my mother.
Page 103 - I met a little cottage girl: She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head.
Page 77 - And he stood calm and quiet, and he spoke The fitting vows, but heard not his own words, And all things...
Page 104 - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." "How many are you, then," said I, "If they two are in heaven?
Page 116 - Life's joy rekindling roused a throng of pains — Keen pangs of Love, awakening as a babe Turbulent, with an outcry in the heart; And fears self-willed, that shunned the eye of Hope; And Hope that scarce would know itself from Fear; Sense of past Youth, and Manhood come in vain, And Genius given, and Knowledge won in vain...
Page 109 - Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells. In truth the prison unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is; and hence for me, In sundry moods, 'twas pastime to be bound Within the sonnet's scanty plot of ground; Pleased if some Souls (for such there needs must be) Who have felt the weight of too much liberty...
Page 35 - The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter ; And ay the ale was growing better : The landlady and Tam grew gracious, Wi' favours, secret, sweet, and precious : The Souter tauld his queerest stories ; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus : The storm without might rair and rustle, Tam did na mind the storm a whistle.
Page 104 - Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little Maid replied, "Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Page 80 - AND it came to pass, when men began to multiply on the face of the earth, and daughters were born unto them, that the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose.