Home Pictures of English Poets, for Fireside and SchoolroomD. Appleton, 1869 - 291 pages |
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... died , in 1377 , Chaucer lost his best friend . For several years all went well ; but at last Richard quarrelled with the Duke of Lancaster , and Chau- cer nobly sided with his patron . He was accused of join- ing in a riot in London ...
... died , in 1377 , Chaucer lost his best friend . For several years all went well ; but at last Richard quarrelled with the Duke of Lancaster , and Chau- cer nobly sided with his patron . He was accused of join- ing in a riot in London ...
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... died . He grouped and drew Their likeness with a spirit of life so gay , That still they live and breathe in fancy's view , Fresh beings , fraught with time's imperishable hue . " Chaucer's plan was to describe in narrative poetry the ...
... died . He grouped and drew Their likeness with a spirit of life so gay , That still they live and breathe in fancy's view , Fresh beings , fraught with time's imperishable hue . " Chaucer's plan was to describe in narrative poetry the ...
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... died in 1400 , and was buried in Westminster Abbey , in what is now called the " Poet's Corner . " It is said that he repeated in his last moments the " Balade made by Geoffrey Chaucer upon his dethe bed , lying in his great anguisse ...
... died in 1400 , and was buried in Westminster Abbey , in what is now called the " Poet's Corner . " It is said that he repeated in his last moments the " Balade made by Geoffrey Chaucer upon his dethe bed , lying in his great anguisse ...
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... died ; and she took it in her bosom , and blessed and kissed it with a sad face , and prayed the man to bury its ' little body ' in some place where the birds and beasts could not get it . But the man said nothing . He took the child ...
... died ; and she took it in her bosom , and blessed and kissed it with a sad face , and prayed the man to bury its ' little body ' in some place where the birds and beasts could not get it . But the man said nothing . He took the child ...
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... died for him , she is his wife , and he will have no other , nor ever had ; and with that he introduces his supposed bride to her as her own daughter , with his son by her side ; and Griselda , overcome at last , faints away . ' When ...
... died for him , she is his wife , and he will have no other , nor ever had ; and with that he introduces his supposed bride to her as her own daughter , with his son by her side ; and Griselda , overcome at last , faints away . ' When ...
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Page 275 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days: There, ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere...
Page 205 - Seven years, my lord, have now passed since I waited in your outward rooms, or was repulsed from your door; during which time I have been pushing on my work through difficulties, of which it is useless to complain, and have brought it at last to the verge of publication, without one act of assistance, one word of encouragement, or one smile of favour.
Page 72 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt...
Page 222 - There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school ; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew...
Page 74 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude ; And, with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew, Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Page 222 - Yet he was kind; or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault; The village all declared how much he knew; 'Twas certain he could write, and cipher too; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, And even the story ran that he could gauge...
Page 275 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high ; Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny ; Or, how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire ; Or, Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry ; Or, rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire ; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Page 248 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, ' Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Page 278 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Page 241 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose...