Literary Leaves, Том 2Thacker & Company, 1840 |
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... once more re - survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover ; Compare them with the bettering of the time , And though they be outstripped by every pen , Reserve them for my love , not for their rhyme , Exceeded by the height of ...
... once more re - survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover ; Compare them with the bettering of the time , And though they be outstripped by every pen , Reserve them for my love , not for their rhyme , Exceeded by the height of ...
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... once pointed out to Mr. Malone a line in the 20th sonnet , which induced the latter to believe that W. H. stands for William Hughes . " A man in hew , all Hews in his controlling- " The name of Hughes was formerly written Hews . To ...
... once pointed out to Mr. Malone a line in the 20th sonnet , which induced the latter to believe that W. H. stands for William Hughes . " A man in hew , all Hews in his controlling- " The name of Hughes was formerly written Hews . To ...
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... once expressed to a friend his anger at the insolence of a bookseller who published his Passionate Pilgrim without giving any notice to the author , the latter seems to have been more annoyed at the introduction into the volume of ...
... once expressed to a friend his anger at the insolence of a bookseller who published his Passionate Pilgrim without giving any notice to the author , the latter seems to have been more annoyed at the introduction into the volume of ...
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... well make the stoutest shudder . But when we have once screwed our courage to the sticking point , and with a single jerk of the clothes , and a brisk jump from the bed , have commenced the operations of the SUMMER AND WINTER . 45.
... well make the stoutest shudder . But when we have once screwed our courage to the sticking point , and with a single jerk of the clothes , and a brisk jump from the bed , have commenced the operations of the SUMMER AND WINTER . 45.
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... once enchanted me , I was “ electrified with disappointment , " as Campbell has it . I found the people as cold and dismal as the climate , and I wondered how a nation could so com- pletely change its character in so short a time ...
... once enchanted me , I was “ electrified with disappointment , " as Campbell has it . I found the people as cold and dismal as the climate , and I wondered how a nation could so com- pletely change its character in so short a time ...
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Addison admiration amongst Anna Seward appears beauty Ben Jonson breathe Byron Campbell character charm critic delight diction Don Quixote dramatic dreams Drummond Dryden English English language excellence exquisite Falstaff fame fancy feeling genius Grongar Hill hath Hazlitt heart human humour Iago imagination imitation intellectual Italian Johnson Knight language Leigh Hunt less literary literature living look Lord Lord Byron Massinger merit Milton mind Moore moral Muse nature never noble o'er object observed Othello passages passion perhaps Petrarch poems poet poet's poetical poetry Pope popular praise prose racter reader respect rhymes Roger de Coverley Sancho Sancho Panza says scene seems sense Shakespeare Shylock Sir Roger sonnets soul speak spirit stanza strange style sweet taste thee thine thing Thomas Moore thou thought tion Tory true truth uncle Toby verse vulgar Whig words Wordsworth writer written
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Сторінка 16 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Сторінка 130 - Of those fierce darts despair at me doth throw; 0 make in me those civil wars to cease; 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise...
Сторінка 12 - ... this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
Сторінка 13 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
Сторінка 193 - Tis not to make me jealous, To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well ; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous : Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt ; For she had eyes, and chose me. No, lago ; I'll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove; And, on the proof, there is no more but this, — Away at once with love or jealousy!
Сторінка 192 - I'd make a life of jealousy ; To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions ? No ! to be once in doubt, Is once to be resolved.
Сторінка 319 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Сторінка 228 - As Sir Roger is landlord to the whole congregation, he keeps them in very good order, and will suffer nobody to sleep in it besides himself; for if, by chance, he has been surprised into a short nap at sermon, upon recovering out of it he stands up and looks about him, and, if he sees anybody else nodding, either wakes them himself, or sends his servants to them.
Сторінка 297 - Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong, They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
Сторінка 253 - Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore, From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart. Stay, stay with us, — rest, thou art weary and worn...