Famous English Authors of the Nineteenth CenturyCrowell, 1890 - 451 strán (strany) |
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... POOR BOYS WHO BECAME FAMOUS , GIRLS WHO BECAME FAMOUS , FAMOUS AMERICAN AUTHORS , FAMOUS AMERICAN STATESMEN , 66 " 6 99 FAMOUS MEN OF SCIENCE , " 99.66 FAMOUS EUROPEAN ARTISTS , " " " SOCIAL STUDIES IN ENGLAND , " 99 66 STORIES FROM ...
... POOR BOYS WHO BECAME FAMOUS , GIRLS WHO BECAME FAMOUS , FAMOUS AMERICAN AUTHORS , FAMOUS AMERICAN STATESMEN , 66 " 6 99 FAMOUS MEN OF SCIENCE , " 99.66 FAMOUS EUROPEAN ARTISTS , " " " SOCIAL STUDIES IN ENGLAND , " 99 66 STORIES FROM ...
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... Samuel Johnson and Oliver Goldsmith can be found in " Poor Boys who became Famous " ; George Eliot , Elizabeth Barrett Browning , and Jean Ingelow , in " Girls who became Famous . " S. K. B. CONTENTS . PAGE SIR WALTER SCOTT ROBERT BURNS · ...
... Samuel Johnson and Oliver Goldsmith can be found in " Poor Boys who became Famous " ; George Eliot , Elizabeth Barrett Browning , and Jean Ingelow , in " Girls who became Famous . " S. K. B. CONTENTS . PAGE SIR WALTER SCOTT ROBERT BURNS · ...
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... Poor fellow ! I believe he is dead ; he took early to drinking . " Though young Scott did not give as much time to Latin as was desired by his teachers , he read all the books within his reach . In his mother's dressing - room he ...
... Poor fellow ! I believe he is dead ; he took early to drinking . " Though young Scott did not give as much time to Latin as was desired by his teachers , he read all the books within his reach . In his mother's dressing - room he ...
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... poor Lady Jane to talk over old stories . I am not clear that it is a right or healthful indulgence to be ripping up old sores , but it seems to give her deep - rooted sorrow words , and that is a mental blood - letting . To me these ...
... poor Lady Jane to talk over old stories . I am not clear that it is a right or healthful indulgence to be ripping up old sores , but it seems to give her deep - rooted sorrow words , and that is a mental blood - letting . To me these ...
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... poor people whom I loved so well ! . . . I am glad that , beyond my own family , who are , excepting Lady S. , young and able to bear sorrow , of which this is the first taste to some of them , most of the hearts are past aching , which ...
... poor people whom I loved so well ! . . . I am glad that , beyond my own family , who are , excepting Lady S. , young and able to bear sorrow , of which this is the first taste to some of them , most of the hearts are past aching , which ...
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admired afterwards beautiful became brother Browning Browning's buried Burns called Carlyle Charles CHARLES DICKENS child Craigenputtock dark daughter dead dear death Dickens died dream earth Edinburgh England English eyes father feel French Revolution Gad's Hill Place genius Goethe hand happy Harriet heart heaven hope hour hundred pounds Jane John labor Lady Leigh Hunt letter live London look Lord Byron marriage married Martin Chuzzlewit Mary Mary Shelley mind months morning mother never night noble once Paracelsus passion Pippa passes poem poet poetry poor published Queen received Robert Browning Sartor Sartor Resartus says Scott seemed sent Shelley Shelley's sister Somersby song Sordello sorrow soul spirit story sweet tears Tennyson thee things Thomas Carlyle thou thought thousand tion verses volumes walk Walter whole wife woman words write written wrote young youth
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Strana 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!
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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...