Studies in English LiteratureE. Stanford, 1876 - 444 páginas |
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... noble , and of whom Swift said , " He has more wit than we all have , and more humanity than wit , " was noted for his " carnivoracity , " and , in the words of his admirer , Lord Chesterfield , " indulged his appetite to excess , I ...
... noble , and of whom Swift said , " He has more wit than we all have , and more humanity than wit , " was noted for his " carnivoracity , " and , in the words of his admirer , Lord Chesterfield , " indulged his appetite to excess , I ...
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... noble birth , but he knew his own value too well to be guilty of sycophancy . Sometimes , indeed , there are expressions in his letters which savour of this vice , as when , shortly before his death , he tells the Earl of Marchmont that ...
... noble birth , but he knew his own value too well to be guilty of sycophancy . Sometimes , indeed , there are expressions in his letters which savour of this vice , as when , shortly before his death , he tells the Earl of Marchmont that ...
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... noble Arbuthnot asked and enjoyed for himself - a euthanasia - a beautiful end . A perfect benevolence , affection , serenity , hallowed the departure of that high soul . Even in the very hallucinations of his brain , and weaknesses of ...
... noble Arbuthnot asked and enjoyed for himself - a euthanasia - a beautiful end . A perfect benevolence , affection , serenity , hallowed the departure of that high soul . Even in the very hallucinations of his brain , and weaknesses of ...
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... noble , self - denying enthusiasm ; he had no special hatred of moral evil , but he was a thorough good hater of anyone who ventured to question his sovereignty in the realm of letters . This was neither amiable nor wise , but the fault ...
... noble , self - denying enthusiasm ; he had no special hatred of moral evil , but he was a thorough good hater of anyone who ventured to question his sovereignty in the realm of letters . This was neither amiable nor wise , but the fault ...
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... noble passage in the epistle to Lord Bolingbroke : " Long , as to him who works for debt , the day , Long as the night to her whose Love's away , Long as the year's dull circle seems to run , When the brisk minor pants for twenty - one ...
... noble passage in the epistle to Lord Bolingbroke : " Long , as to him who works for debt , the day , Long as the night to her whose Love's away , Long as the year's dull circle seems to run , When the brisk minor pants for twenty - one ...
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Addison adds admirable beauty Ben Jonson biographer called century character charm Coleridge contemporaries couplet Cowper critic death Defoe Defoe's delight descriptive doubt Dunciad Elwin English English poetry Essay expressed exquisite Faery Queene fame familiar famous fancy fault feeling genius happy heart highest honour humour imagination Johnson Joseph Warton judgment labour Lady language letters lines literary literature lived Lord Lord Bolingbroke Lord Macaulay lover lyric poet Matthew Prior Milton Moll Flanders nature never noble observes passages passion pastoral perhaps piece poem poet's poetical poetry Pope Pope's praise Prior produced prose Queen Queen Anne reader regard remarkable remember Robinson Crusoe rural satire scarcely Scott Shakespeare song sonnets Southey Southey's Spenser Steele Steele's style sweet Swift Tatler Thomas Warton thou thought tion Twickenham uttered verse volume Wesley Wesley's words Wordsworth writes written wrote
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Página 302 - A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Página 386 - ... purpose waste in air : So waste not thou ; but come ; for all the vales Await thee; azure pillars of the hearth Arise to thee ; the children call, and I Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.
Página 428 - neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And, lo! Creation widened in man's view. Who could have thought such darkness lay concealed Within thy beams, O Sun? or who could find, Whilst fly and leaf and insect stood revealed, That to such countless orbs thou mad'st us blind? Why do we then shun Death with anxious strife? If Light can thus deceive, wherefore not Life?
Página 405 - Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Página 71 - In vain, they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die. Religion, blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine Lo, thy dread empire, Chaos ! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word : Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all.
Página 178 - But being ill-used by the above-mentioned widow, he was very serious for a year and a half ; and though, his temper being naturally jovial, he at last got over it, he grew careless of himself, and never dressed afterwards. He continues to wear a coat and doublet of the same cut that were in fashion at the time of his repulse...
Página 71 - She comes ! she comes ! the sable throne behold Of Night primeval and of Chaos old ! Before her, fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sick'ning stars fade off th' ethereal plain ; As Argus
Página 339 - Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
Página 298 - Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan, These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley : Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
Página 303 - QUEEN and Huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space, to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...