The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, 第 7 卷Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1819 |
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... 1650 ANGL CHRISTO ΛΟΝ SIGILL ET COLL : ECCL HARV VARD : THE BEQUEST OF CLARKE GAYTON PICKMAN , OF BOSTON , MASS . ( Class of 1811 ) . Received July 13 , 1860 . % THE WORKS OF THE BRITISH POETS . WITH LIVES. 10487.7 Bd . Arr.1875 .
... 1650 ANGL CHRISTO ΛΟΝ SIGILL ET COLL : ECCL HARV VARD : THE BEQUEST OF CLARKE GAYTON PICKMAN , OF BOSTON , MASS . ( Class of 1811 ) . Received July 13 , 1860 . % THE WORKS OF THE BRITISH POETS . WITH LIVES. 10487.7 Bd . Arr.1875 .
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... received no fellow- ship ; and , on one occasion , was obliged , it seems , to undergo the chastisement of the rod ... receiving some unkindness [ whipt him ] . he was after- wards ( though it seemed opposite to the rules of the college ) ...
... received no fellow- ship ; and , on one occasion , was obliged , it seems , to undergo the chastisement of the rod ... receiving some unkindness [ whipt him ] . he was after- wards ( though it seemed opposite to the rules of the college ) ...
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... received abroad , could only have been given to a man , who had already made himself known by his works . We cannot suppose , that Milton's Latin poems alone had rendered him so famous on the continent . Comus , though written in 1634 ...
... received abroad , could only have been given to a man , who had already made himself known by his works . We cannot suppose , that Milton's Latin poems alone had rendered him so famous on the continent . Comus , though written in 1634 ...
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... received any distiches or tetrastiches from the Italians , on account of this poem . It con- cludes with a most frigid conceit , that Shakspeare's best tomb is the marble into which he turns his readers ; and , like all other epitaphs ...
... received any distiches or tetrastiches from the Italians , on account of this poem . It con- cludes with a most frigid conceit , that Shakspeare's best tomb is the marble into which he turns his readers ; and , like all other epitaphs ...
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... received from an old Ro- man courtier , and was accustomed to bestow it upon all his friends , who were about to travel . This , and a direction as to the best route , are the only advice in this famous letter of Sir Henry Wotton . How ...
... received from an old Ro- man courtier , and was accustomed to bestow it upon all his friends , who were about to travel . This , and a direction as to the best route , are the only advice in this famous letter of Sir Henry Wotton . How ...
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第 262 頁 - There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad, leaden, downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast.
第 259 頁 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end, Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
第 264 頁 - The immortal mind, that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook : And of those demons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet, or with element. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In scepter'd pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage.
第 265 頁 - And, when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
第 257 頁 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid...
第 310 頁 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took ; Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings, for such a tomb, would wish to die.
第 288 頁 - With her great master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour. Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow ; And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded that her maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
第 218 頁 - Comus. The star that bids the shepherd fold Now the top of heaven doth hold; And the gilded car of Day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream: And the slope Sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east.
第 247 頁 - But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly or I can run Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bowed welkin slow doth bend ; And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon.
第 292 頁 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.