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... once his amanuensis , which were confirm'd to me by his daughter now dwelling in London , and by a letter written to one at my desire from his last wife who is still alive . I perus'd the papers of one of his nephews ; learnt what I ...
... once his amanuensis , which were confirm'd to me by his daughter now dwelling in London , and by a letter written to one at my desire from his last wife who is still alive . I perus'd the papers of one of his nephews ; learnt what I ...
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... once in three weeks or a month , ( says his nephew , ) he would drop into the society of some young sparks of his acquaintance , the chief whereof were Mr. Alphry and Mr. Miller , two gentlemen of Gray's Inn , the beaux of those times ...
... once in three weeks or a month , ( says his nephew , ) he would drop into the society of some young sparks of his acquaintance , the chief whereof were Mr. Alphry and Mr. Miller , two gentlemen of Gray's Inn , the beaux of those times ...
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... once lived in that place ; and we learn , from at least two different sources , that * Colast . † Joh . Life . Todd , vol . i . p . 24. vol . vi . p . 73 . some papers , in his own hand writing , were 42 LIFE OF MILTON .
... once lived in that place ; and we learn , from at least two different sources , that * Colast . † Joh . Life . Todd , vol . i . p . 24. vol . vi . p . 73 . some papers , in his own hand writing , were 42 LIFE OF MILTON .
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... once , upon both eyes . But a fact , communicated by Aubrey , seems to place the matter beyond contro- versy . ' His father , ' we are told , read without spectacles at eighty - four ; ' but his mother had very weak eies , and used ...
... once , upon both eyes . But a fact , communicated by Aubrey , seems to place the matter beyond contro- versy . ' His father , ' we are told , read without spectacles at eighty - four ; ' but his mother had very weak eies , and used ...
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... and it is somewhat singu- lar , that , in a work of so much detail as the Crom- Tol . p . 97 , note . Tol . p . 113 , note . 6 . + Hist . Eng . ch . lxii , sub fin . welliana , the name of Milton should not once occur 56 LIFE OF MILTON .
... and it is somewhat singu- lar , that , in a work of so much detail as the Crom- Tol . p . 97 , note . Tol . p . 113 , note . 6 . + Hist . Eng . ch . lxii , sub fin . welliana , the name of Milton should not once occur 56 LIFE OF MILTON .
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The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Том 7 Ezekiel Sanford Повний перегляд - 1819 |
The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Том 7 Ezekiel Sanford,Robert Walsh Повний перегляд - 1819 |
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Сторінка 262 - There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad, leaden, downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast.
Сторінка 259 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end, Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Сторінка 264 - The immortal mind, that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook : And of those demons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet, or with element. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In scepter'd pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage.
Сторінка 265 - And, when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Сторінка 257 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid...
Сторінка 310 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took ; Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings, for such a tomb, would wish to die.
Сторінка 288 - With her great master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour. Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow ; And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded that her maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Сторінка 218 - Comus. The star that bids the shepherd fold Now the top of heaven doth hold; And the gilded car of Day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream: And the slope Sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east.
Сторінка 247 - But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly or I can run Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bowed welkin slow doth bend ; And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon.
Сторінка 292 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.