Specimens of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Notices, and an Essay on English PoetryJohn Murray, 1841 - 716 стор. |
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... Lord Surrey , I think we cannot consider the national genius as completely emancipated from oppressive circumstances , till the time of Elizabeth . There was indeed a commencement of our poetry under Henry VIII . It was a fine , but a ...
... Lord Surrey , I think we cannot consider the national genius as completely emancipated from oppressive circumstances , till the time of Elizabeth . There was indeed a commencement of our poetry under Henry VIII . It was a fine , but a ...
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... Lord Cardinal , sitting among the Lords and other of your Majesty's most honourable Council , used himself so , that if any man would show his mind according to his duty , he would so take him up with his accustomable words , that they ...
... Lord Cardinal , sitting among the Lords and other of your Majesty's most honourable Council , used himself so , that if any man would show his mind according to his duty , he would so take him up with his accustomable words , that they ...
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... Lord Surrey , Italian poetry became once more , as it had been in the days of Chaucer , a source of refinement and regeneration to our own . I am not indeed disposed to consider the influence of Lord Surrey's works upon our language in ...
... Lord Surrey , Italian poetry became once more , as it had been in the days of Chaucer , a source of refinement and regeneration to our own . I am not indeed disposed to consider the influence of Lord Surrey's works upon our language in ...
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... Lord Vaux , were poetical courtiers of Henry VIII . To the second of these Ritson assigns , though but by conjecture , one of the most beautiful and plaintive strains of our elder poetry , " O Death , rock me on sleep . " In Totell's ...
... Lord Vaux , were poetical courtiers of Henry VIII . To the second of these Ritson assigns , though but by conjecture , one of the most beautiful and plaintive strains of our elder poetry , " O Death , rock me on sleep . " In Totell's ...
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... Lord . He was , in fact , the last of the race of mystery- writers . Both Bale and Heywood died about the middle of the sixteenth century , but flou- rished ( if such a word can be applied to them ) as early as the reign of Henry VIII ...
... Lord . He was , in fact , the last of the race of mystery- writers . Both Bale and Heywood died about the middle of the sixteenth century , but flou- rished ( if such a word can be applied to them ) as early as the reign of Henry VIII ...
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Aret beauty behold Ben Jonson blood Born breast breath bright Canterbury Tales Cham charms Chaucer CLEORA Clovis court dear death delight Died dost doth earth English eyes fair fame fancy fate father fear flame genius give grace grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven Hengo honour hope Hudibras king lady language Layamon Leosthenes light live look Lord Lubberkin maid Massinissa Metis mind Mirror for Magistrates Muse nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er pain passion pity pleasure poem poet poetical poetry praise pride prince queen racter rise Rodmond round Saxon scene Scotland seem'd shade Shakspeare shine sight sing smile soft song sorrow soul spirit sweet taste tears tell thee thine things thou art thought trembling truth Twas unto verse virtue wanton whilst wind wretched youth
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Сторінка 307 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome: Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon: Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Сторінка 339 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Сторінка 259 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Сторінка 266 - Proclaim the ambergris on shore. He cast (of which we rather boast) The Gospel's pearl upon our coast; And in these rocks for us did frame A temple where to sound His name. Oh! let our voice His praise exalt Till it arrive at Heaven's vault, Which then perhaps rebounding may Echo beyond the Mexique bay!
Сторінка 259 - Rescued from death by force, though pale and faint. Mine, as whom washed from spot of child-bed taint Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Сторінка lxxxvii - He scarce had ceased, when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore : his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast ; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views, At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Сторінка 232 - To Daffodils Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Сторінка 306 - Of these the false Achitophel was first, A name to all succeeding ages cursed; For close designs and crooked counsels fit, Sagacious, bold, and turbulent of wit; Restless, unfix'd in principles and place, In power unpleased, impatient of disgrace; A fiery soul, which, working out, its way, Fretted the pigmy body to decay, And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay.
Сторінка 75 - When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held: Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days, To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes. Were an all-eating shame and thriftless "praise. How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer ' This fair child of mine Shall sum my count and make my old excuse...
Сторінка lxi - He is many times flat, insipid; his comic wit degenerating into clenches, his serious swelling into bombast. But he is always great, when some great occasion is presented to him...