Specimens of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Notices, and an Essay on English PoetryJohn Murray, 1841 - 716 |
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... thought , and as graphic in exhibiting manners , is Donne , some of whose satires have been modernized by Popet . Corbet has left some humorous pieces of raillery on the Puritans . Wither , all fierce and fanatic on the opposite side ...
... thought , and as graphic in exhibiting manners , is Donne , some of whose satires have been modernized by Popet . Corbet has left some humorous pieces of raillery on the Puritans . Wither , all fierce and fanatic on the opposite side ...
Strona lxvii
... thoughts , that she Curiously wrought in lively imagery ; Among the rest she thought of Jealousy , Time left untouch'd to grace antiquity , She was decypher'd by a tim'rous dame , Wrapt in a yellow mantle lined with flame ; Her books ...
... thoughts , that she Curiously wrought in lively imagery ; Among the rest she thought of Jealousy , Time left untouch'd to grace antiquity , She was decypher'd by a tim'rous dame , Wrapt in a yellow mantle lined with flame ; Her books ...
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... Thoughts and | with Milton's father ; and from the congeniality expressions there certainly are in Milton , which of ... thought inimitable Spenser a mean poet in comparison of Sylvester's Dubartas , and was rapt into ecstacy when I read ...
... Thoughts and | with Milton's father ; and from the congeniality expressions there certainly are in Milton , which of ... thought inimitable Spenser a mean poet in comparison of Sylvester's Dubartas , and was rapt into ecstacy when I read ...
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... THOUGHT DEAD , BEING STILL ALIVE . Cleona . The day breaks glorious to my darken'd thoughts . He lives , he lives yet ! cease , ye amorous fears , More to perplex me . Prithee speak , sweet youth : How fares my lord ? Upon my virgin ...
... THOUGHT DEAD , BEING STILL ALIVE . Cleona . The day breaks glorious to my darken'd thoughts . He lives , he lives yet ! cease , ye amorous fears , More to perplex me . Prithee speak , sweet youth : How fares my lord ? Upon my virgin ...
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... thoughts . - b And thought him never to see . - e Robene went over the hill . Then Makyne cried on high . - e Now you may sing , I am destroyed . What ails , love , with me ? X. Makyne went home without fail.- Full after she would weep ...
... thoughts . - b And thought him never to see . - e Robene went over the hill . Then Makyne cried on high . - e Now you may sing , I am destroyed . What ails , love , with me ? X. Makyne went home without fail.- Full after she would weep ...
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Aret beauty behold Ben Jonson blood Born breast breath bright Canterbury Tales Cham charms Chaucer CLEORA Clovis court dear death delight Died dost doth earth English eyes fair fame fancy fate father fear flame genius give grace grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven Hengo honour hope Hudibras king lady language Layamon Leosthenes light live look Lord Lubberkin maid Massinissa Metis mind Mirror for Magistrates Muse nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er pain passion pity pleasure poem poet poetical poetry praise pride prince queen racter rise Rodmond round Saxon scene Scotland seem'd shade Shakspeare shine sight sing smile soft song sorrow soul spirit sweet taste tears tell thee thine things thou art thought trembling truth Twas unto verse virtue wanton whilst wind wretched youth
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Strona 307 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome: Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon: Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Strona 339 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Strona 259 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Strona 266 - Proclaim the ambergris on shore. He cast (of which we rather boast) The Gospel's pearl upon our coast; And in these rocks for us did frame A temple where to sound His name. Oh! let our voice His praise exalt Till it arrive at Heaven's vault, Which then perhaps rebounding may Echo beyond the Mexique bay!
Strona 259 - Rescued from death by force, though pale and faint. Mine, as whom washed from spot of child-bed taint Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Strona lxxxvii - He scarce had ceased, when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore : his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast ; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views, At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Strona 232 - To Daffodils Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Strona 306 - Of these the false Achitophel was first, A name to all succeeding ages cursed; For close designs and crooked counsels fit, Sagacious, bold, and turbulent of wit; Restless, unfix'd in principles and place, In power unpleased, impatient of disgrace; A fiery soul, which, working out, its way, Fretted the pigmy body to decay, And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay.
Strona 75 - When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held: Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days, To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes. Were an all-eating shame and thriftless "praise. How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer ' This fair child of mine Shall sum my count and make my old excuse...
Strona lxi - He is many times flat, insipid; his comic wit degenerating into clenches, his serious swelling into bombast. But he is always great, when some great occasion is presented to him...