Specimens of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Notices, and an Essay on English PoetryJohn Murray, 1841 - 716页 |
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... fate of Greece this town , my son , hath spill'd , Nor Paris is to blame for this , but Gods , with grace un- kind , This wealth hath overthrown , a Troy from top to ground outwind . Behold ! for now away the cloud and dim fog will I ...
... fate of Greece this town , my son , hath spill'd , Nor Paris is to blame for this , but Gods , with grace un- kind , This wealth hath overthrown , a Troy from top to ground outwind . Behold ! for now away the cloud and dim fog will I ...
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... fate that is too well known . The compassion of the public for a man of worth , " whose spirit still walked unrevenged amongst them , " together with the contrast of his ideal Wife with the Countess of Essex , who was his murderess ...
... fate that is too well known . The compassion of the public for a man of worth , " whose spirit still walked unrevenged amongst them , " together with the contrast of his ideal Wife with the Countess of Essex , who was his murderess ...
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... fate ; To these cross accidents I was ordain'd , And must have patience ; and , but that my eyes Have more of woman in ' em than my heart , I would not weep . Peace enter you again ! Arb . Farewell ; and , good Panthea , pray for me ...
... fate ; To these cross accidents I was ordain'd , And must have patience ; and , but that my eyes Have more of woman in ' em than my heart , I would not weep . Peace enter you again ! Arb . Farewell ; and , good Panthea , pray for me ...
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... fate . Mass . ' Tis cross to honour . Lel . But ' tis just to state . So speaketh Scipio : do not thou detain A Roman prisoner due to this great triumph , As thou shalt answer Rome and him . Mass . Lelius , We are now in Rome's power ...
... fate . Mass . ' Tis cross to honour . Lel . But ' tis just to state . So speaketh Scipio : do not thou detain A Roman prisoner due to this great triumph , As thou shalt answer Rome and him . Mass . Lelius , We are now in Rome's power ...
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... fate- And . More low'ring fate ? Oh , Lucio , choke that breath . Now I defy chance . Fortune's brow hath frown'd , Even to the utmost wrinkle it can bend : Her venom's spit . Alas , what country rests , What son , what comfort that she ...
... fate- And . More low'ring fate ? Oh , Lucio , choke that breath . Now I defy chance . Fortune's brow hath frown'd , Even to the utmost wrinkle it can bend : Her venom's spit . Alas , what country rests , What son , what comfort that she ...
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第307页 - 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.
第339页 - 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.
第259页 - 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?
第266页 - 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!
第259页 - 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...
第lxxxvii页 - 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.
第232页 - 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.
第306页 - 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.
第75页 - 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...
第lxi页 - 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...