List of authors. Essay on English poetry. General indexThomas Campbell J. Murray, 1819 |
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... conquest upon the language of England was like that of a great inundation , which at first buries the face of the landscape under its waters , but which at last subsiding , leaves behind it the elements of new beauty and fertility . Its ...
... conquest upon the language of England was like that of a great inundation , which at first buries the face of the landscape under its waters , but which at last subsiding , leaves behind it the elements of new beauty and fertility . Its ...
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... conquest ; and the Saxon Chronicle , which thus exhibits it , contains even a fragment of verse , professed to have been composed by an individual who had seen William the Conqueror . To fix upon any precise time 4 ESSAY ON.
... conquest ; and the Saxon Chronicle , which thus exhibits it , contains even a fragment of verse , professed to have been composed by an individual who had seen William the Conqueror . To fix upon any precise time 4 ESSAY ON.
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... Conquest . Mr. Warton would place it before the Conquest , if he were not deterred by the appearance of a few Norman words , and by the learned au- thority of Hickes . Layamon would thus be superseded , as quite a modern . The truth is ...
... Conquest . Mr. Warton would place it before the Conquest , if he were not deterred by the appearance of a few Norman words , and by the learned au- thority of Hickes . Layamon would thus be superseded , as quite a modern . The truth is ...
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... Conquest . This might be the case with regard to lofty efforts of composition , but Ingulphus , the secretary of William the Conqueror , speaks of the popular ballads of the En- glish , in praise of their heroes , which were sung about ...
... Conquest . This might be the case with regard to lofty efforts of composition , but Ingulphus , the secretary of William the Conqueror , speaks of the popular ballads of the En- glish , in praise of their heroes , which were sung about ...
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... Conquest , the native minstrelsy , though it probably was never altogether extinct , may be supposed to have sunk to the lowest ebb . No human pursuit is more sensible than poetry to national pride or mortification , and a race of ...
... Conquest , the native minstrelsy , though it probably was never altogether extinct , may be supposed to have sunk to the lowest ebb . No human pursuit is more sensible than poetry to national pride or mortification , and a race of ...
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Сторінка 263 - Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Сторінка 265 - Or in proud falls magnificently lost, But clear and artless, pouring" through the plain Health to the sick, and solace to the swain. Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows? Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? Who taught that Heav'n-directed spire to rise? " The Man of Ross,
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Сторінка 266 - So Zembla's rocks (the beauteous work of frost) Rise white in air, and glitter o'er the coast ; Pale suns, unfelt, at distance roll away, And on th' impassive ice the lightnings play ; Eternal snows the growing mass supply, Till the bright mountains prop th' incumbent sky ; As Atlas fix'd, each hoary pile appears, The gather'd winter of a thousand years.
Сторінка 242 - Anon they move In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders...
Сторінка 35 - THOUGH some make slight of libels, yet you may see by them how the wind sits : as take a straw and throw it up into the air, you shall see by that which way the wind is, which you shall not do by casting up a stone. More solid things do not show the complexion of the times so well as ballads and libels.
Сторінка 229 - When our souls shall leave this dwelling, The glory of one fair and virtuous action Is above all the scutcheons on our tomb, Or silken banners over us.
Сторінка 233 - E'en death to die for thee. Thou art my life, my love, my heart, The very eyes of me: And hast command of every part, To live and die for thee.
Сторінка 142 - Struck with the accents of archangels' tunes, Wrought not more pleasure to her husband's thoughts, Than this fair woman's words and notes to mine. May that sweet plain that bears her pleasant weight, Be still...