 | Robert Cartwright - 1862 - 200 páginas
...against him : " Was it his spirit, by spirits taugU to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead ? No ! neither he, nor his compeers, by night Giving...intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot boast." " Alluding, perhaps," says Mr. Stevens, " to the celebrated Dr. Dee's pretended intercourse with an... | |
 | Robert Cartwright - 1862 - 208 páginas
...against him : " Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead ? No ! neither he, nor his compeers, by night Giving...intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot boast." " Alluding, perhaps," says Mr. Stevens, " to the celebrated Dr. Dee's pretended intercourse with an... | |
 | 1862 - 486 páginas
...they grew ? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead ? I was not sick of any fear from thence. But when your countenance filed up his line, Then lacked I matter ; that enfeebled mine." Fennor, in a publication put forth in 1616, says of Ben Jonson's... | |
 | 1862 - 520 páginas
...they grew ? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead ? I was not sick of any fear from thence. But when your countenance filed up his line, Then lacked I matter ; that enfeebled mine." Pennor, in a publication put forth in 1616, says of Ben Jonson's... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1864 - 770 páginas
...they grew I Was it hie spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch that struck me dead ! No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him...gulls him with intelligence, As victors of my silence can not boast; I was not sick of any fear from thence 1 But when your countenance fiH'd up his line,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1864 - 772 páginas
...they grew I Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal piteh that struck me dead ? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him...gulls him with intelligence, As victors of my silence can not boast; I was not sick of any fear from thence ! But when your countenance fill'd up his line,... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1864 - 630 páginas
...him aid, my verso astonished, — He He, nor that affable familiar ghost * Which nigktly gulls kim with intelligence, As victors of my silence cannot...But when your countenance filed up his line, Then lacked I matter ; that enfeebled mine.' No other English poet could have sat for that portrait so well... | |
 | 1864 - 606 páginas
...his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead ? No : neither ho, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verse...that affable familiar ghost * Which nightly gulls him wiilt intelligence, As victors of my silence cannot boast ; I was not sick of any fear from thence.... | |
 | Stephen Watson Fullom - 1864 - 394 páginas
...by the little folk to designate mankind. The application grows clearer as the stanza proceeds:— " No, neither he, nor his compeers by night, Giving him aid, my verse astonished." Night was the season for the fairies : it was then that they left their retreats, in the depths of... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 868 páginas
...they grew Ï Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead ? d astonished.1" He, nor that affable-familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors,... | |
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Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch,... 
