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... truth , and most materials for conversation . ' We have the presumption to think that the disposition and capacities of a boy are little considered , when he is expected to become learned in the sciences , adept in morality , or fertile ...
... truth , and most materials for conversation . ' We have the presumption to think that the disposition and capacities of a boy are little considered , when he is expected to become learned in the sciences , adept in morality , or fertile ...
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... truth ; and , from the fury , with which Mr. Godwin flies at the doctor , whenever he meets or wherever he can find him , we suspect that his book , in quarto , was written chiefly to refute what he thinks so in- solent a paragraph ...
... truth ; and , from the fury , with which Mr. Godwin flies at the doctor , whenever he meets or wherever he can find him , we suspect that his book , in quarto , was written chiefly to refute what he thinks so in- solent a paragraph ...
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... truth seems to be , that Milton's eyes were constitutionally weak ; and that the intenseness of his application only accelerated Todd , vol . i . p . 82 , note . It was the fashion of the times to play upon names ; and Rowland thus ...
... truth seems to be , that Milton's eyes were constitutionally weak ; and that the intenseness of his application only accelerated Todd , vol . i . p . 82 , note . It was the fashion of the times to play upon names ; and Rowland thus ...
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... career , But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th , Perhaps my semblance may deceive the truth , That I to manhood am arrived so near . Aub . ap . Godw . p . 337 . press his wonder , that only one man in England E 2 LIFE OF MILTON . 53.
... career , But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th , Perhaps my semblance may deceive the truth , That I to manhood am arrived so near . Aub . ap . Godw . p . 337 . press his wonder , that only one man in England E 2 LIFE OF MILTON . 53.
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... truth , I doubt was the principal cause of ex- cusing her ) the other two were condemn'd to the performance of reading , and exactly pronouncing of all the languages of whatever book he should at one time or other think fit to peruse ...
... truth , I doubt was the principal cause of ex- cusing her ) the other two were condemn'd to the performance of reading , and exactly pronouncing of all the languages of whatever book he should at one time or other think fit to peruse ...
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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.