Specimens with Memoirs of the Less-known British Poets, Tom 1George Gilfillan James Nichol., 1860 |
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Strona viii
... wrote it down , and found it to be , if not sense , something better - a glorious piece of fantastic imagination . We knew a gentleman who , slumbering while in a state of bad health , produced , in the course of a few hours , one or ...
... wrote it down , and found it to be , if not sense , something better - a glorious piece of fantastic imagination . We knew a gentleman who , slumbering while in a state of bad health , produced , in the course of a few hours , one or ...
Strona xi
... wrote religious treatises , biographies , and commentaries upon portions of Holy Writ . Besides his very valuable Ecclesiastical History , he composed various pieces of Latin poetry . His works in all were forty - four in number : and ...
... wrote religious treatises , biographies , and commentaries upon portions of Holy Writ . Besides his very valuable Ecclesiastical History , he composed various pieces of Latin poetry . His works in all were forty - four in number : and ...
Strona xii
... wrote a vast number of poems in the Saxon tongue with a wonderful facility and happiness . He not only excelled in the theory of the arts and sciences , but possessed a great mechanical genius for the executive part . He improved the ...
... wrote a vast number of poems in the Saxon tongue with a wonderful facility and happiness . He not only excelled in the theory of the arts and sciences , but possessed a great mechanical genius for the executive part . He improved the ...
Strona xiii
... wrote little that was original , but he was a copious translator . He rendered into the Anglo - Saxon tongue - which he sought to enrich with the fatness of other soils - the historical works of Orosius and of Bede ; nay , it is said ...
... wrote little that was original , but he was a copious translator . He rendered into the Anglo - Saxon tongue - which he sought to enrich with the fatness of other soils - the historical works of Orosius and of Bede ; nay , it is said ...
Strona xvi
... wrote a Chronicle of the Saxon kings ; and one David , a minstrel of no little note and power in his day . But a more remarkable writer succeeded , and his work , like Aaron's rod , swallowed up all the productions of these clever but ...
... wrote a Chronicle of the Saxon kings ; and one David , a minstrel of no little note and power in his day . But a more remarkable writer succeeded , and his work , like Aaron's rod , swallowed up all the productions of these clever but ...
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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...