The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Band 7Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1819 |
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... looks loose ; which same piece of advice he received from an old Ro- man courtier , and was accustomed to bestow it upon all his friends , who were about to travel . This , and a direction as to the best route , are the only advice in ...
... looks loose ; which same piece of advice he received from an old Ro- man courtier , and was accustomed to bestow it upon all his friends , who were about to travel . This , and a direction as to the best route , are the only advice in ...
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... look north- ward , as Noll's nose hath to turn eastward towards Westminster , " Ibid . p . 42. In the number for March 5th , an account is given of the dissentions in the army . Henry Martin and some others were struggling for the ...
... look north- ward , as Noll's nose hath to turn eastward towards Westminster , " Ibid . p . 42. In the number for March 5th , an account is given of the dissentions in the army . Henry Martin and some others were struggling for the ...
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... look up at last like men and Christians from the slavish dejection wherein from father to son we were bred up and taught ; and thereby deserving of these na- tions , if they be not barbarously ungrateful , to be acknowledged , next ...
... look up at last like men and Christians from the slavish dejection wherein from father to son we were bred up and taught ; and thereby deserving of these na- tions , if they be not barbarously ungrateful , to be acknowledged , next ...
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... look at his picture , and not at his poetry . What region , asks the delighted philosopher , what coast , what corner of Greece , what species of form , what battle , what parade , what contest of oars , what mo- tion of man or of beast ...
... look at his picture , and not at his poetry . What region , asks the delighted philosopher , what coast , what corner of Greece , what species of form , what battle , what parade , what contest of oars , what mo- tion of man or of beast ...
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... Look in , and see each blissful deity , How he before the thundrous throne doth lie . Milton once had a design , it is well known to make prince Ar thur the subject of an epic poem . Mr. Warton thinks , that the advice of Manso , the ...
... Look in , and see each blissful deity , How he before the thundrous throne doth lie . Milton once had a design , it is well known to make prince Ar thur the subject of an epic poem . Mr. Warton thinks , that the advice of Manso , the ...
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Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.