Lectures on the English PoetsTaylor and Hessey, 1818 - 331页 |
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... the affairs of the world are packed , under the heads of intrigue or war , in different states , and from century to century : but there is no thought or feeling that can have entered into the 2 ON POETRY IN GENERAL .
... the affairs of the world are packed , under the heads of intrigue or war , in different states , and from century to century : but there is no thought or feeling that can have entered into the 2 ON POETRY IN GENERAL .
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... heads , who are to wipe all tears from his eyes ! The writer's genius , though not 66 dipped in dews of Castalie , " was baptised with the Holy Spirit and with fire ! The pictures in this book are no small part of it . If the ...
... heads , who are to wipe all tears from his eyes ! The writer's genius , though not 66 dipped in dews of Castalie , " was baptised with the Holy Spirit and with fire ! The pictures in this book are no small part of it . If the ...
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... head ; the fox peeps out of the ruined tower ; the thistle shakes its beard to the passing gale ; and the strings of his harp seem , as the hand of age , as the tale of other times , passes over them , to sigh and rustle like the dry ...
... head ; the fox peeps out of the ruined tower ; the thistle shakes its beard to the passing gale ; and the strings of his harp seem , as the hand of age , as the tale of other times , passes over them , to sigh and rustle like the dry ...
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... head she in her lap did soft dispose . Upon a bed of roses she was laid As faint through heat , or dight to pleasant sin ; * Taken from Tasso . † This word is an instance of those unwarrantable free- doms which Spenser sometimes took ...
... head she in her lap did soft dispose . Upon a bed of roses she was laid As faint through heat , or dight to pleasant sin ; * Taken from Tasso . † This word is an instance of those unwarrantable free- doms which Spenser sometimes took ...
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... head an ivy garland had , From under which fast trickled down the sweat : Still as he rode , he somewhat still did eat . And in his hand did bear a bouzing can , Of which he supt so oft , that on his seat His drunken corse he scarce ...
... head an ivy garland had , From under which fast trickled down the sweat : Still as he rode , he somewhat still did eat . And in his hand did bear a bouzing can , Of which he supt so oft , that on his seat His drunken corse he scarce ...
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第328页 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted — ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder A dreary sea now flows between ; — But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
第123页 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
第305页 - Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spread But as the marigold at the sun's eye; And in themselves their pride lies buried, For at a frown they in their glory die. The painful warrior famoused for fight, After a thousand victories once foil'd, Is from the book of honour razed quite, And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd.
第145页 - Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
第10页 - Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
第126页 - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?
第114页 - ... devout prayer to that eternal Spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim, with the hallowed fire of his altar, to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
第185页 - Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light ; She for her humble sphere by nature fit, Has little understanding, and no wit, Receives no praise, but (though her lot be such, Toilsome and indigent) she renders much ; Just knows, and knows no more, her bible true, A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew, And in that charter reads, with sparkling eyes, Her title to a treasure in the skies.
第228页 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time ; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
第153页 - ... In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half -hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repaired with straw, With tape-tied curtains never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies — alas ! how changed from him, That life of pleasure, and that soul of whim ! Gallant and gay, in Cliveden's proud alcove, The bower of wanton Shrewsbury and love ; Or just as gay at council, in a ring...