Specimens with Memoirs of the Less-known British Poets, Tom 1George Gilfillan James Nichol., 1860 |
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... Strange and myth - like stories are told by Bede about this remarkable natural genius . He was originally a cow- herd . Partly from want of training , and partly from bashfulness , when the harp was given him in the hall , and he was ...
... Strange and myth - like stories are told by Bede about this remarkable natural genius . He was originally a cow- herd . Partly from want of training , and partly from bashfulness , when the harp was given him in the hall , and he was ...
Strona x
... strange , proud joy , as though the torrid soil of Pandemonium should flower , which makes ' the hell he suffers seem a heaven , ' compared to what his destiny might be were he either plunged into a deeper abyss , or taken up unchanged ...
... strange , proud joy , as though the torrid soil of Pandemonium should flower , which makes ' the hell he suffers seem a heaven , ' compared to what his destiny might be were he either plunged into a deeper abyss , or taken up unchanged ...
Strona xliv
... dare undertake . ' Then was I as fain as fowl of fair morrow , 16 ' Elenge : ' strange , deserted.- ' Rule : ' custom.- ' Hoten : ' named.- ' Syb : ' mother . And gladder than the gleeman that gold hath to gift xliv INTRODUCTORY ESSAY .
... dare undertake . ' Then was I as fain as fowl of fair morrow , 16 ' Elenge : ' strange , deserted.- ' Rule : ' custom.- ' Hoten : ' named.- ' Syb : ' mother . And gladder than the gleeman that gold hath to gift xliv INTRODUCTORY ESSAY .
Strona 16
... strange title , ' The Brute . ' This was in reality a metrical history of Scotland , commencing with the fables concerning Brutus , or ' Brute , ' who , according to ancient legends , was the great - grand- son of Æneas - came over from ...
... strange title , ' The Brute . ' This was in reality a metrical history of Scotland , commencing with the fables concerning Brutus , or ' Brute , ' who , according to ancient legends , was the great - grand- son of Æneas - came over from ...
Strona 18
... strange signal - light upon the shore near his maternal castle of Turnberry , which led him to land , while ' Dark red the heaven above it glow'd , Dark red the sea beneath it flow'd , Red rose the rocks on ocean's brim , In blood - red ...
... strange signal - light upon the shore near his maternal castle of Turnberry , which led him to land , while ' Dark red the heaven above it glow'd , Dark red the sea beneath it flow'd , Red rose the rocks on ocean's brim , In blood - red ...
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Strona 276 - WHY so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Strona 259 - And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines! Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit, As, since, she will vouchsafe no other wit. The merry Greek, tart Aristophanes, Neat Terence, witty Plautus, now not please, But antiquated and deserted lie As they were not of Nature's family.
Strona 208 - Rest of their bones, and souls' delivery. Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell; And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
Strona 114 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries...
Strona 276 - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Strona 254 - ON THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE UNDERNEATH this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse: Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother: Death, ere thou hast slain another Fair, and learned, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Strona 278 - Her finger was so small, the ring Would not stay on which they did bring, It was too wide a peck : And to say truth, for out it must, ' It look'd like the great collar, just, About our young colt's neck.
Strona 210 - I love you, and would be loved fain, But am betrothed unto your enemy: Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again, Take me to you, imprison me, for I Except you enthrall me, never shall be free, Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
Strona 112 - There were hills, which garnished their proud heights with stately trees ; humble valleys, whose base estate seemed comforted with the refreshing of silver rivers: .meadows, enamelled with all sorts of eye-pleasing' .flowers ; thickets, which being lined with most pleasant shade were witnessed so...
Strona 114 - Because I oft in dark abstracted guise Seem most alone in greatest company, With dearth of words, or answers quite awry, To them that would make speech of speech arise, They deem, and of their doom the rumour flies, That poison foul of bubbling Pride doth lie So in my swelling breast, that only I Fawn on myself, and others do despise ; Yet Pride, I think, doth not my soul possess, Which looks too oft in his unflattering glass ; But one worst fault— Ambition — I confess, That makes me oft my best...