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Strona 21
... lights outshine . On Anacreon continuing a lover in his old age : Love was with thy life entwin'd , Close as heat with fire is join'd ; A powerful brand prescrib'd the date Of thine , like Meleager's fate . Th ' antiperistasis of age ...
... lights outshine . On Anacreon continuing a lover in his old age : Love was with thy life entwin'd , Close as heat with fire is join'd ; A powerful brand prescrib'd the date Of thine , like Meleager's fate . Th ' antiperistasis of age ...
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... light to his sphere , Or each is both , and all , and so They unto one another nothing owe . DONNE . Who but Donne would have thought that a good man is a telescope ? Though God be our true glass through which we see All , since the ...
... light to his sphere , Or each is both , and all , and so They unto one another nothing owe . DONNE . Who but Donne would have thought that a good man is a telescope ? Though God be our true glass through which we see All , since the ...
Strona 26
... THEIR fictions were often violent and unnatural . Of his Mistress bathing . The fish around her crowded , as they do To the false light that treacherous fishers shew , And all with as much ease might taken be , 26 COWLEY .
... THEIR fictions were often violent and unnatural . Of his Mistress bathing . The fish around her crowded , as they do To the false light that treacherous fishers shew , And all with as much ease might taken be , 26 COWLEY .
Strona 27
... light so clear Among the waves appear , Though every night the sun himself set there . ' COWLEY . The poetical effect of a lover's name upon glass : My name engrav'd herein Doth contribute my firmness to this glass ; Which , ever since ...
... light so clear Among the waves appear , Though every night the sun himself set there . ' COWLEY . The poetical effect of a lover's name upon glass : My name engrav'd herein Doth contribute my firmness to this glass ; Which , ever since ...
Strona 28
... light ? or would have store Of both ? ' tis here : and what can suns give more ? Nay , what's the sun , but , in a different name , A coal - pit rampant , or a mine on flame ! Then let this truth reciprocally run , The sun's heaven's ...
... light ? or would have store Of both ? ' tis here : and what can suns give more ? Nay , what's the sun , but , in a different name , A coal - pit rampant , or a mine on flame ! Then let this truth reciprocally run , The sun's heaven's ...
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Strona 72 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Strona 161 - The want of human interest is always felt. Paradise Lost is one of the books which the reader admires and lays down, and forgets to take up again. None ever wished it longer than it is. Its perusal is a duty rather than a pleasure. We read Milton for instruction, retire harassed and overburdened, and look elsewhere for recreation ; we desert our master, and seek for companions.
Strona 34 - To move, but doth, if th' other do. And though it in the centre sit, Yet when the other far doth roam, It leans, and hearkens after it, And grows erect as that comes home. Such wilt thou be to me, who must Like th' other foot, obliquely run ; Thy firmness makes my circles just, And makes me end where I begun.
Strona 18 - Their thoughts are often new but seldom natural; they are not obvious but neither are they just; and the reader, far from wondering that he missed them, wonders more frequently by what perverseness of industry they were ever found.
Strona 59 - His spear, — to equal which, the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the mast Of some great ammiral, were but a wand...
Strona 147 - It is a drama in the epic style, inelegantly splendid, and tediously instructive. The Sonnets were written in different parts of Milton's life, upon different occasions. They deserve not any particular criticism; for of the best it can only be said, that they are not bad; and perhaps only the eighth and the twenty-first are truly entitled to this slender commendation.
Strona 385 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began ; When Nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, Arise, ye more than dead.
Strona 142 - Among the flocks and copses and flowers appear the heathen deities, Jove and Phoebus, Neptune and /Eolus, with a long train of mythological imagery, such as a College easily supplies. Nothing can less display knowledge or less exercise invention than to tell how a shepherd has lost his companion and must now feed his flocks alone, without any judge of his skill in piping; and how one god asks another god what is become of Lycidas, and how neither god can tell. He who thus grieves will excite no sympathy;...
Strona 200 - At the moment in which he expired, he uttered, with an energy of voice that expressed the most fervent devotion, two lines of his own version of Dies Ira : My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me in my end.
Strona 168 - The variety of pauses, so much boasted by the lovers of blank verse, changes the measures of an English poet to the periods of a declaimer ; and there are only a few skilful and happy readers of Milton, who enable their audience to perceive where the lines end or begin. Blank verse, said an ingenious critic, seems to be verse only to the eye.