Specimens of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Notices, and an Essay on English PoetryJohn Murray, 1841 - 716 páginas |
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... hand , Even for my sake , to spare my Absalom ? And hast thou now , in spite of David's health , And scorn to do my heart some happiness , Given him the sword , and spilt his purple soul ? Joab . What ! irks it David , that he victor ...
... hand , Even for my sake , to spare my Absalom ? And hast thou now , in spite of David's health , And scorn to do my heart some happiness , Given him the sword , and spilt his purple soul ? Joab . What ! irks it David , that he victor ...
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... hand , Fletcher produced his " Rule a Wife and have a Wife , " after Beaumont's death , so that he was able , when he chose , to write with skill as well as spirit . Of that skill , however , he is often so sparing as to leave his ...
... hand , Fletcher produced his " Rule a Wife and have a Wife , " after Beaumont's death , so that he was able , when he chose , to write with skill as well as spirit . Of that skill , however , he is often so sparing as to leave his ...
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... hand as thine , Thy soul is ebbing forth , it shall descend , In flaming drops , upon thee . O ! I faint ! Thou flattering world , farewell . Let princes gather My dust into a glass , and learn to spend Their hour of state - that's all ...
... hand as thine , Thy soul is ebbing forth , it shall descend , In flaming drops , upon thee . O ! I faint ! Thou flattering world , farewell . Let princes gather My dust into a glass , and learn to spend Their hour of state - that's all ...
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... hand her pen ygan to quake , And a sharp sword to make her heartè blede , In her left hand her father hath her take , And most her sorrowe was for her childes sake , Upon whose facè in her barine sleepynge Full many a tere she wept in ...
... hand her pen ygan to quake , And a sharp sword to make her heartè blede , In her left hand her father hath her take , And most her sorrowe was for her childes sake , Upon whose facè in her barine sleepynge Full many a tere she wept in ...
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... hand to hand With greit solace , till , at the last , Out throw Stratherne the Squyer past . And as it did approach the nicht , Of ane castell he gat ane sicht , Beside ane montane in ane vale , And then eftir his greit travaill He ...
... hand to hand With greit solace , till , at the last , Out throw Stratherne the Squyer past . And as it did approach the nicht , Of ane castell he gat ane sicht , Beside ane montane in ane vale , And then eftir his greit travaill He ...
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Aret beauty behold Ben Jonson blood Born breast breath bright Canterbury Tales Cham charms Chaucer CLEORA Clovis court dear death delight Died dost doth earth English eyes fair fame fancy fate father fear flame genius give grace grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven Hengo honour hope Hudibras king lady language Layamon Leosthenes light live look Lord Lubberkin maid Massinissa Metis mind Mirror for Magistrates Muse nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er pain passion pity pleasure poem poet poetical poetry praise pride prince queen racter rise Rodmond round Saxon scene Scotland seem'd shade Shakspeare shine sight sing smile soft song sorrow soul spirit sweet taste tears tell thee thine things thou art thought trembling truth Twas unto verse virtue wanton whilst wind wretched youth
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Página 307 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome: Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon: Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Página 339 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Página 259 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Página 266 - Proclaim the ambergris on shore. He cast (of which we rather boast) The Gospel's pearl upon our coast; And in these rocks for us did frame A temple where to sound His name. Oh! let our voice His praise exalt Till it arrive at Heaven's vault, Which then perhaps rebounding may Echo beyond the Mexique bay!
Página 259 - Rescued from death by force, though pale and faint. Mine, as whom washed from spot of child-bed taint Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Página lxxxvii - He scarce had ceased, when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore : his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast ; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views, At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Página 232 - To Daffodils Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Página 306 - Of these the false Achitophel was first, A name to all succeeding ages cursed; For close designs and crooked counsels fit, Sagacious, bold, and turbulent of wit; Restless, unfix'd in principles and place, In power unpleased, impatient of disgrace; A fiery soul, which, working out, its way, Fretted the pigmy body to decay, And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay.
Página 75 - When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held: Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days, To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes. Were an all-eating shame and thriftless "praise. How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer ' This fair child of mine Shall sum my count and make my old excuse...
Página lxi - He is many times flat, insipid; his comic wit degenerating into clenches, his serious swelling into bombast. But he is always great, when some great occasion is presented to him...