A Compendium of English Literature: Chronologically Arranged from Sir John Mandeville to William Cowper ...Biddle, 1848 - 776 стор. |
З цієї книги
Результати 1-5 із 58
Сторінка 38
... feel the influence . The object of his admiration was the lady Jane Beaufort , ( daughter of John Beaufort , duke of Somerset , ) whom he afterwards married , and in whose commendation he composed his principal poetical work , " The ...
... feel the influence . The object of his admiration was the lady Jane Beaufort , ( daughter of John Beaufort , duke of Somerset , ) whom he afterwards married , and in whose commendation he composed his principal poetical work , " The ...
Сторінка 86
... feel not the inward reason they stand upon , yet will be content to be delighted ; which is all the good - fellow poet seems to promise ; and so steal to see the form of goodness - which , seen , they cannot but love ere themselves be ...
... feel not the inward reason they stand upon , yet will be content to be delighted ; which is all the good - fellow poet seems to promise ; and so steal to see the form of goodness - which , seen , they cannot but love ere themselves be ...
Сторінка 107
... feel- ing her care , and the greatest as not exempted from her power . Both angels and men , and creatures of what condition soever , though each in different sort and manner , yet all with uniform consent , admiring her as the mother ...
... feel- ing her care , and the greatest as not exempted from her power . Both angels and men , and creatures of what condition soever , though each in different sort and manner , yet all with uniform consent , admiring her as the mother ...
Сторінка 137
... feel my heart new open'd : O , how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes ' favors ! There is , betwixt that smile he would aspire to , That sweet aspéct of princes , and their ruin , More pangs and fears than wars or women ...
... feel my heart new open'd : O , how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes ' favors ! There is , betwixt that smile he would aspire to , That sweet aspéct of princes , and their ruin , More pangs and fears than wars or women ...
Сторінка 138
... feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities , Why , well ; A still and quiet conscience . The king has cured me , I humbly thank his grace ; and from these shoulders , These ruin'd pillars , out of pity , taken A load would sink ...
... feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities , Why , well ; A still and quiet conscience . The king has cured me , I humbly thank his grace ; and from these shoulders , These ruin'd pillars , out of pity , taken A load would sink ...
Зміст
17 | |
34 | |
42 | |
71 | |
78 | |
80 | |
88 | |
97 | |
347 | |
356 | |
468 | |
555 | |
566 | |
578 | |
649 | |
661 | |
103 | |
109 | |
151 | |
157 | |
169 | |
207 | |
225 | |
239 | |
306 | |
673 | |
685 | |
712 | |
720 | |
721 | |
734 | |
737 | |
760 | |
764 | |
Інші видання - Показати все
Загальні терміни та фрази
admirable beauty Ben Jonson better blessing born called character Charles II Chaucer Christian church death delight divine doth earth Edinburgh Review England English English language English Poetry excellent eyes Faerie Queene fair fame fancy father fear flowers fortune genius give glory grace hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven holy honor hope human John Milton king knowledge labor Lady language learning light live look Lord Lycidas Milton mind moral nature never night noble o'er Paradise Lost passion pleasure poem poet poetical poetry Pope praise prince prose Queen racter religion remarks rich says shade Shakspeare Sir Patrick Spens song soon soul spirit style sweet taste tears tell thee things Thomas Warton thou thought tion truth unto verse virtue William Davenant wisdom words writings
Популярні уривки
Сторінка 638 - Two things have I required of thee ; deny me them not before I die. Remove far from me vanity and lies ; give me neither poverty nor riches ; feed me with food convenient for me : lest I be full and deny thee, and say, Who is the Lord ? or lest I be poor and steal, and take the name- of my God in vain.
Сторінка 596 - THE Curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient...
Сторінка 352 - All the images of nature were still present to him, and he drew them not laboriously, but luckily : when he describes any thing, you more than see it, you feel it too. Those who accuse him to have wanted learning, give him the greater commendation : he was naturally learned ; he needed not the spectacles of books to read nature ; he looked inwards, and found her there.
Сторінка 752 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse, that bore thee, slow, away, And turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? — It was. — Where thou art gone, Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.
Сторінка 161 - STUDIES serve for delight, for ornament, and for ability. Their chief use for delight is in privateness and retiring ; for ornament, is in discourse ; and for ability, is in the judgment and disposition of business. For expert men can execute, and perhaps judge of particulars, one by one ; but the general counsels, and the plots, and marshalling of affairs come best from those that are learned.
Сторінка 243 - Closed o'er the head of your loved Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream: 55 Ay me, I fondly dream! Had ye been there: for what could that have done?
Сторінка 597 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
Сторінка 649 - Is not a patron, My Lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water and, when he has reached ground, encumbers him with help?
Сторінка 137 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell $ And,— when I am forgotten, as I shall be ; And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee...
Сторінка 394 - When I see kings lying by those who deposed them, when I consider rival wits placed side by side, or the holy men that divided the world with their contests and disputes, I reflect with sorrow and astonishment on the little competitions, factions, and debates of mankind.