Advice in the Pursuits of Literature, Containing Historical, Biographical, and Critical RemarksJ.K, Porter, 1841 - 296页 |
在该图书中搜索
共有 32 个结果,这是第 1-5 个
第18页
... in some degree for his songs , by his sacred me- lodies ; but who can forgive him for exhibiting Byron in perpetual moral deformity , rioting in the polluted saloons of Venetian fascination and depravity . Chau cer is 18.
... in some degree for his songs , by his sacred me- lodies ; but who can forgive him for exhibiting Byron in perpetual moral deformity , rioting in the polluted saloons of Venetian fascination and depravity . Chau cer is 18.
第22页
... song , who will ever say that the laurel is proof of superiority in sense or rhyme ? In the reign of Henry VIII , something was done for English literature , rather by indirection than by direct influence . Barclay had written without ...
... song , who will ever say that the laurel is proof of superiority in sense or rhyme ? In the reign of Henry VIII , something was done for English literature , rather by indirection than by direct influence . Barclay had written without ...
第38页
... gay world . His writings are numerous , and abound in beautiful descriptions ; -that of the Lady Geraldine is not surpassed by any other of his brothers of song in a later period . DESCRIPTION OF LADY GERALDINE . When for thy love I 38.
... gay world . His writings are numerous , and abound in beautiful descriptions ; -that of the Lady Geraldine is not surpassed by any other of his brothers of song in a later period . DESCRIPTION OF LADY GERALDINE . When for thy love I 38.
第61页
... halloo to my brothers , but Such noise as I can make to be heard farthest I'll venture ; for my new enliven❜d spirits Prompt me ; and they perhaps are not far off , SONG . Sweet Echo , sweetest nymph , that liv'st .6 * 61.
... halloo to my brothers , but Such noise as I can make to be heard farthest I'll venture ; for my new enliven❜d spirits Prompt me ; and they perhaps are not far off , SONG . Sweet Echo , sweetest nymph , that liv'st .6 * 61.
第62页
Samuel Lorenzo Knapp. SONG . Sweet Echo , sweetest nymph , that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell , By slow Meander's margent green , And in the violet embroider'd vale , " Where the love - lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song ...
Samuel Lorenzo Knapp. SONG . Sweet Echo , sweetest nymph , that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell , By slow Meander's margent green , And in the violet embroider'd vale , " Where the love - lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song ...
其他版本 - 查看全部
常见术语和短语
admired Amphipolis ancient Arymbas bard beauty born breast breath Cersobleptes character charm Chaucer Comus dark death deeds deep delight didst divine Dryden DUNCIAD earth elegant eloquence England English language English literature English poetry enterprize eyes fame fear feeling fiction fire gave genius glory grave Greece Greeks hand haste hath heart heaven Henry VII Homer honor human Iliad king knowledge labors Lake poets language laws learning letters light literary lived mankind master mighty mind moral muse nations nature never night o'er odes passion Phemius philosopher poem poet poetry political Pope praise prose racter reign Roman Rome satire scholar sentiment Shakspeare Sir William Jones song soon soul sound spirit starless night sweet talents taste tears thee thine things Thomas Warton thou thought tion truth verse virtue wild writers wrote youth
热门引用章节
第250页 - 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.
第48页 - Come you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it!
第255页 - Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; now witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf. Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design, Moves like a ghost.
第67页 - He raised a mortal to the skies, She drew an angel down. GRAND CHORUS. At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of tke vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store. Enlarged the former narrow bounds. And added length to solemn sounds. With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide th-e, crown...
第59页 - Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night ? I did not err : there does a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night, And casts a gleam over this tufted grove.
第67页 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown : He raised a mortal to the skies: She drew an angel down.
第60页 - And in sweet madness robb'd it of itself; But such a sacred and home-felt delight, Such sober certainty of waking bliss, I never heard till now.
第167页 - Where on the ^Egean shore a city stands, Built nobly, pure the air, and light the soil ; Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence, native to famous wits Or hospitable, in her sweet recess, City or suburban, studious walks and shades. See there the olive grove of Academe, Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long; There flowery hill Hymettus, with the sound Of bees...
第62页 - I saw them under a green mantling vine, That crawls along the side of yon small hill, Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots. Their port was more than human as they stood : I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i
第155页 - I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's sleep: a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why; until there rose From the near schoolroom, voices, that, alas! Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.