Specimens of the British PoetsJ. Murray, 1844 - 716 頁 |
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... fire was great ; it made the island light . " Every romantic poem in his own language is likely to have interested Spenser ; and if there were many such glimpses of magnificence in Hawes , we might suppose the author of " The Fairy ...
... fire was great ; it made the island light . " Every romantic poem in his own language is likely to have interested Spenser ; and if there were many such glimpses of magnificence in Hawes , we might suppose the author of " The Fairy ...
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... fire , deep wrath my heart did strain , My country's fall to wreak , and bring that cursed wretch to pain . What ! shall she into her country soil of Sparta and high Mycene , All safe shall she return , and there on Troy triumph as ...
... fire , deep wrath my heart did strain , My country's fall to wreak , and bring that cursed wretch to pain . What ! shall she into her country soil of Sparta and high Mycene , All safe shall she return , and there on Troy triumph as ...
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... fire , grandeur , and pas- sion ; and we must select his comedies , to have any favourable idea of his humour . His finest poetry comes forth in situations rather more familiar than tragedy and more grave than comedy , which I should ...
... fire , grandeur , and pas- sion ; and we must select his comedies , to have any favourable idea of his humour . His finest poetry comes forth in situations rather more familiar than tragedy and more grave than comedy , which I should ...
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... fire of the drama , at least preserved its vestal spark from being wholly extinguished . There are exclusionists in taste , who think that they cannot speak with sufficient disparagement of the English poets of the first part of the ...
... fire of the drama , at least preserved its vestal spark from being wholly extinguished . There are exclusionists in taste , who think that they cannot speak with sufficient disparagement of the English poets of the first part of the ...
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... fire . James I. of Scotland ; Henrysone , the author of Robene and Makyne , the first known pastoral , and one of the best , in a dialect rich with the favours of the pastoral muse ; Douglas , the translator of Virgil ; Dunbar , Mersar ...
... fire . James I. of Scotland ; Henrysone , the author of Robene and Makyne , the first known pastoral , and one of the best , in a dialect rich with the favours of the pastoral muse ; Douglas , the translator of Virgil ; Dunbar , Mersar ...
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第 126 頁 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
第 42 頁 - And we will sit upon the rocks Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.
第 259 頁 - 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 264 頁 - Mortals, that would follow me, Love Virtue ; she alone is free. She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
第 75 頁 - Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
第 259 頁 - 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 41 頁 - Come, sleep ! O sleep, the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, Th...
第 306 頁 - Pleased with the danger, when the waves went high, He sought the storms ; but, for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit.
第 306 頁 - 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 156 頁 - ASK ME No MORE ASK me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more...