Century Readings for a Course in English Literature, Volume 2

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John William Cunliffe, James Francis Augustine Pyre, Karl Young
Century Company, 1910

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Page 244 - cares— 10 The poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays! Iph! might my name be numbered among JA theirs, P"hen gladly would I end my mortal days. (1807) 53 WILLIAM WOES3SWORTH COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER * BRIDGE SEPT. 3 1802 Earth
Page 540 - and thine eagle home 3 Leave thee naked to laughter, When leaves fall and cold winds conn-. (1824) •oA DIRGE Rough wind, that meanest loud Grief too sad for song; Wild wind, when sullen cloud Knells all the
Page 150 - s promises, and sick man's prayers, "9 The smiles of harlots, and the tears of heirs, Cages for gnats, and chains to yoke
Page 402 - up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; ' The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, '"5 Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.' THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap
Page 519 - quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all 130 The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that -all which we behold Is full of
Page 538 - Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, 'So Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, '55 To perish never; Which neither
Page 557 - We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. ' Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; ' Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink. 'The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Page 240 - hair? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise 70 (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to. hurst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears

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