The Laureates of England: Ben Jonson to Alfred TennysonFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1895 - 459 páginas |
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... feel sure , that in spite of Shadwell's faults as a man and his limitations as a poet , he in no way resembled the por- trait of him which has come down to us in the immortal verse of Dryden . SELECTIONS FROM SHADWELL . ODE ON THE ...
... feel sure , that in spite of Shadwell's faults as a man and his limitations as a poet , he in no way resembled the por- trait of him which has come down to us in the immortal verse of Dryden . SELECTIONS FROM SHADWELL . ODE ON THE ...
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... feel the soothing strain ! Still when I hear thee , O , my fair , I bid my heart rejoice ; I shake off every sullen care , For sorrow flies thy voice . The seasons Philomel obey , Whate'er they hear her sing 80 Ricbolas Rowe . Ulysses ...
... feel the soothing strain ! Still when I hear thee , O , my fair , I bid my heart rejoice ; I shake off every sullen care , For sorrow flies thy voice . The seasons Philomel obey , Whate'er they hear her sing 80 Ricbolas Rowe . Ulysses ...
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... feel no delight ; For they the best can judge who best can write . O ! had great Milton but surviv'd to hear His numbers try'd by such a tuneful ear ; How would he all thy just remarks commend ! The more the critic , own the more the ...
... feel no delight ; For they the best can judge who best can write . O ! had great Milton but surviv'd to hear His numbers try'd by such a tuneful ear ; How would he all thy just remarks commend ! The more the critic , own the more the ...
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... feel him warm , but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake With me ' twere always day . With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure ...
... feel him warm , but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake With me ' twere always day . With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure ...
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... feel it now , And Cælia has undone me ; And yet I'll swear I can't tell how The pleasing plague stole on me . ' Tis not her face which love creates , For there no graces revel ; ' Tis not her shape , for there the Fates Have rather been ...
... feel it now , And Cælia has undone me ; And yet I'll swear I can't tell how The pleasing plague stole on me . ' Tis not her face which love creates , For there no graces revel ; ' Tis not her shape , for there the Fates Have rather been ...
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beauty Ben Jonson beneath blessed bliss breath bright charm Cibber clouds Colley Cibber crown Davenant dear death delight dost doth Dryden Dunciad earth English poetry Eusden eyes fair Falconbridge father fear feel flowers genius glory grace grave happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Henry James Pye hills honour hope human Inchcape Rock Jane Shore Jonson Kilve King Laureateship laurel light live look Lord Chamberlain Mac Flecknoe mighty mind moral morning muse NAHUM TATE nature nature's never NICHOLAS ROWE night o'er odes pain passion peace pleasure poem poet laureate poetry praise reign rocks round Shadwell Shadwell's shine shore sight silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound Southey spirit spring stars stream sweet Tate's tears thee thine things THOMAS SHADWELL thou art thought thro truth voice Warton wind Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Página 213 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
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