The Laureates of England, from Ben Jonson to Alfred TennysonKenyon West Frederick A. Stokes Company, 1895 - 459 páginas |
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... Pleasure of Heaven , 7 Fantasy , 8 Song for St. Cecilia's Day , 1687 . 35 A Vision of Beauty , 8 Alexander's Feast : or , the Power of Music , an Ode in Honour of St. Cecilia's Day , November , 1697 , Selection from " Eleonora , " Truth ...
... Pleasure of Heaven , 7 Fantasy , 8 Song for St. Cecilia's Day , 1687 . 35 A Vision of Beauty , 8 Alexander's Feast : or , the Power of Music , an Ode in Honour of St. Cecilia's Day , November , 1697 , Selection from " Eleonora , " Truth ...
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... Pleasures of Melancholy , " 85 Oxford , Selections from " The Hamlet , " Retirement , To Sleep , 127 128 . 129 • 131 133 . 134 " From Euripides , " . 134 . on 92 · 92 281 222 89 Selection from " The First of . 135 90 April , " 135 90 ...
... Pleasures of Melancholy , " 85 Oxford , Selections from " The Hamlet , " Retirement , To Sleep , 127 128 . 129 • 131 133 . 134 " From Euripides , " . 134 . on 92 · 92 281 222 89 Selection from " The First of . 135 90 April , " 135 90 ...
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... PLEASURE OF HEAVEN . THERE all the happy souls that ever were , Shall meet with gladness in one theatre ; And each shall know there one another's face , By beatific virtue of the place . There shall the brother with the sister walk ...
... PLEASURE OF HEAVEN . THERE all the happy souls that ever were , Shall meet with gladness in one theatre ; And each shall know there one another's face , By beatific virtue of the place . There shall the brother with the sister walk ...
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... pleasures that are fittest for the entertain- ment of a civilised people . ' And Cibber said this with all due deference to the inestimable services of Shakespeare and Jonson . The father of Davenant was an Oxford innkeeper , his mother ...
... pleasures that are fittest for the entertain- ment of a civilised people . ' And Cibber said this with all due deference to the inestimable services of Shakespeare and Jonson . The father of Davenant was an Oxford innkeeper , his mother ...
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... pleasure , Sweet is pleasure after pain . Sooth'd with the sound , the king grew vain ; John Dryden . 37.
... pleasure , Sweet is pleasure after pain . Sooth'd with the sound , the king grew vain ; John Dryden . 37.
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beauty Ben Jonson beneath blessed breath bright calm charm Cibber clouds Colley Cibber crown dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth Dryden Dunciad earth English poetry Eusden eyes fair Falconbridge fear feel flowers gleam glory grace happy hath hear heard heart heaven Henry James Pye hills honour hope hour human Inchcape Rock Jane Shore Jonson Kilve King laureate Laureateship laurel light live Locksley Hall look Lord Chamberlain mighty mind moon morning mountain muse NAHUM TATE nature Nature's never NICHOLAS ROWE night o'er odes passion peace pleasure poem poet poet laureate poetry praise rock round Shadwell Shadwell's shine shore sight silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound Southey spirit spring stars stream sweet tears thee thine things THOMAS SHADWELL thou art thought thro truth voice wind Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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