Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British and American Authors, with Specimens of Their Writings, כרכים 5-6Robert Chambers American Book Exchange, 1880 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 15
עמוד
... Charles Lamb ( 1775-1834 ) .. ... 189 The Deaf Dalesman .. .131 vil " . .190 London , 1802 .134 The World is too much with Us .... 134 To Hester - The Old Familiar Faces.193 A Farewell to Tobacco .. .194 Composed upon Westminster Bridge ...
... Charles Lamb ( 1775-1834 ) .. ... 189 The Deaf Dalesman .. .131 vil " . .190 London , 1802 .134 The World is too much with Us .... 134 To Hester - The Old Familiar Faces.193 A Farewell to Tobacco .. .194 Composed upon Westminster Bridge ...
עמוד 123
... Charles Lamb as displaying ' won- derful power and spirit . ' Lamb also considered Blake's little poem on the tiger as glorious . ' The remaining works of the artist were ' Twenty - one Illustrations to the Book of Job , ' and two works ...
... Charles Lamb as displaying ' won- derful power and spirit . ' Lamb also considered Blake's little poem on the tiger as glorious . ' The remaining works of the artist were ' Twenty - one Illustrations to the Book of Job , ' and two works ...
עמוד 146
... Charles Lamb for a school - fellow . He describes him- self as being , from eight to fourteen , a playless day - dreamer , a hellua librorum , ' and in this instance , the child was father of the man , for such was Coleridge to the end ...
... Charles Lamb for a school - fellow . He describes him- self as being , from eight to fourteen , a playless day - dreamer , a hellua librorum , ' and in this instance , the child was father of the man , for such was Coleridge to the end ...
עמוד 189
... CHARLES LAMB . CHARLES LAMB , a poet and a delightful essayist , of quaint pecu- liar humour and fancy , was born in London on the 10th February 1775. His father was in humble circumstances , servant and friend to one of the benchers of ...
... CHARLES LAMB . CHARLES LAMB , a poet and a delightful essayist , of quaint pecu- liar humour and fancy , was born in London on the 10th February 1775. His father was in humble circumstances , servant and friend to one of the benchers of ...
עמוד 190
... Charles Lamb to his bosom - friend Coleridge , the unhappy and un- conscious instrument of the Almighty's judgments on our house , is restored to her senses ; to a dreadful sense and recollection of what has passed , awful to her mind ...
... Charles Lamb to his bosom - friend Coleridge , the unhappy and un- conscious instrument of the Almighty's judgments on our house , is restored to her senses ; to a dreadful sense and recollection of what has passed , awful to her mind ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
bawbee beauty beneath blank verse breath breeze bright Burns Byron Charles Lamb charm clouds Cockpen Coleridge dark dear death deep delight dream earth English ENGLISH LITERATURE eyes fair fancy father fear feel flowers frae friends gaze Gelert genius grace grave green hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hill honour hope Horace Smith hour Kilmeny lady light literary living lonely look Lord Lord Byron MATTHEW GREGORY LEWIS mind moon Moore morning mountain native nature never night o'er passion pleasure poem poet poetical poetry pride published round says scene Scotland Scott seemed shade shew sigh silent Sir Walter Scott sleep smile song soul Southey spirit stars stream sweet tale taste tears tender thee thine thou thought Twas Vathek verse voice volume wandering wave wild wind Wordsworth young youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 275 - 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. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
עמוד 5 - Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No: — Men, high-minded men, With powers as far above dull brutes endued, In forest, brake, or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude; Men, who their duties know, But know their rights, and knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain. These constitute a state; And sovereign Law, that state's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill...
עמוד 17 - All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes ; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age...
עמוד 295 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
עמוד 259 - He heard it, but he heeded not : his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He recked not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday, — All this rushed with his blood.
עמוד 378 - So the Lord scattered them abroad from thence upon the face of all the earth : and they left off to build the city.
עמוד 137 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother: And in the churchyard cottage I Dwell near them with my mother.
עמוד 283 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright.
עמוד 290 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown...
עמוד 290 - Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called 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 wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.