Famous English Authors of the Nineteenth CenturyCrowell, 1890 - 451 pages |
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... writes , " where I read these volumes for the first time . It was beneath a huge platanus - tree , in the ruins of what had been intended for an old - fashioned arbor . . . . The summer day sped onward so fast that , notwithstanding the ...
... writes , " where I read these volumes for the first time . It was beneath a huge platanus - tree , in the ruins of what had been intended for an old - fashioned arbor . . . . The summer day sped onward so fast that , notwithstanding the ...
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... write a ballad on a broomstick , I must have attempted it . I began a few verses to be called the Goblin Page ; and they lay long by me till the applause of some friends whose judgment I valued induced me to resume the poem . So on I ...
... write a ballad on a broomstick , I must have attempted it . I began a few verses to be called the Goblin Page ; and they lay long by me till the applause of some friends whose judgment I valued induced me to resume the poem . So on I ...
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... write a life of the poet Dryden , and to edit his writings . This great work appeared in eighteen volumes in 1808 . The editor's fee was £ 756 . Scott had now entered upon that unremitting labor which continued to the end of his life ...
... write a life of the poet Dryden , and to edit his writings . This great work appeared in eighteen volumes in 1808 . The editor's fee was £ 756 . Scott had now entered upon that unremitting labor which continued to the end of his life ...
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... write home a series of letters , which should be published with the title , " Paul's Letters to his Kins- folk . " On his return from Belgium he stayed in Paris for a short time , where he met the Duke of Wellington , from whom he ...
... write home a series of letters , which should be published with the title , " Paul's Letters to his Kins- folk . " On his return from Belgium he stayed in Paris for a short time , where he met the Duke of Wellington , from whom he ...
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... writer of the day . His novels are a new lit- erature in themselves . " Goethe's daughter - in - law said : " When my father got hold of one of Scott's romances there was no speaking to him till he had finished the third volume . He was ...
... writer of the day . His novels are a new lit- erature in themselves . " Goethe's daughter - in - law said : " When my father got hold of one of Scott's romances there was no speaking to him till he had finished the third volume . He was ...
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Popular passages
Page 413 - And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows? Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge- — That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
Page 431 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is naught, is silence implying sound; What was good, shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.
Page 282 - A hand that can be clasp'd no more — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly through the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.
Page 289 - For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves, To faint in his light, and to die.
Page 389 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.
Page 99 - Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman ; Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving why they do it : And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it.
Page 125 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Page 184 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Page 430 - FEAR death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go...
Page 177 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...