The British Poets of the Nineteenth Century; Including the Select Works of Crabbe, Wilson, Coleridge, Wordsworth, Rogers, Campbell, Miss Landon, Barton, Montgomery, Southey, Hogg, Barry Cornwall, and Others Being a Supplementary Volume

The British Poets of the Nineteenth Century; Including the Select Works of Crabbe, Wilson, Coleridge, Wordsworth, Rogers, Campbell, Miss Landon, Barton, Montgomery, Southey, Hogg, Barry Cornwall, and Others Being a Supplementary Volume

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1828 edition. Excerpt: ... thus substanceless thy state, Go, weigh thy dreams, and be thy hopes, thy fears The counter-weights!--Thy laughter and thy tears Mean but themselves, each fittest to create And to repay the other! Why rejoices Thy heart with hollow joy for hollow good, Why cowl thy face beneath the Mourner s hood, Why waste thy sighs, and thy lamenting voices, Iiiiage of Image, Ghost of Ghostly Elf, That such a thing, as thou, feelst warm or cold! Yet what and whence thy gain, if thou withhold These costless shadows of thy shadowy self? Be sad! be glad! be neither! seek, or shun! Thou hast no reason why! Thou can st have none! Thy being s being is contradiction.. AN ODE TO THE RAIN. Composed before day-light, on the morning appointed for the departure of ii very worthy, but not very pleasant Visitor, whom it was feared the rain might detain. I KNOW it is dark; and though I have lain Awake, as I guess, an hour or twain, I have not once open d the lids of my eyes, But I lie in the dark, as a blind man lies. O Rain! that I lie listening to, You're but a doleful sound at best: I owe you little thanks, tis true, For breaking thus my needful rest! Yet if, as soon as it is light, O Rain! you will but take your flight, I'll neither rail, nor malice keep, Tho sick and sore for want of sleep: But only now, for this one day, ' Do go, dear Rain! do go away! O Rain! with your dull two-fold sound, The clash hard by, and the murmur all round! You know, if you know aught, that we, Both night and day, but ill agree: For days, and months, and almost years, Have limp d on thro this vale of tears, Since body of mine and rainy weather Have liv d on easy terms together. Yet if, as soon as it is light, O Rain! y'ou will but take...show more

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  • Paperback | 472 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 24mm | 835g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 123661917X
  • 9781236619174