A Compendious History of English Literature, and of the English Language, from the Norman Conquest. With Numerous Specimens, Volym 2Griffin, Bonn,, 1861 |
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... hath been so much outacted , con- gratulate thy own happiness that , in this silence of the stage , thou hast a liberty to read these inimitable plays , -to dwell and * Specimens , ii . 119 . Lit. of Eur . iii . 345 . converse in these ...
... hath been so much outacted , con- gratulate thy own happiness that , in this silence of the stage , thou hast a liberty to read these inimitable plays , -to dwell and * Specimens , ii . 119 . Lit. of Eur . iii . 345 . converse in these ...
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... hath a middle : As her waist stands she looks like the new fiddle , The favourite Theorbo , truth to tell ye , Whose neck and throat are deeper than the belly . Have you seen monkeys chained about the loins , Or pottle - pots with rings ...
... hath a middle : As her waist stands she looks like the new fiddle , The favourite Theorbo , truth to tell ye , Whose neck and throat are deeper than the belly . Have you seen monkeys chained about the loins , Or pottle - pots with rings ...
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... hath made us poor : do not punish us for it . " I beseech your Highness , " he goes on , " put some bounds to the overthrow , and do not pursue the chase to the other world . Can your thunder be levelled so low as to our grovelling ...
... hath made us poor : do not punish us for it . " I beseech your Highness , " he goes on , " put some bounds to the overthrow , and do not pursue the chase to the other world . Can your thunder be levelled so low as to our grovelling ...
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... hath mewed her wings . The following epitaph on Ben Jonson is the shortest and best of several tributes to the memory of that poet , with whose masculine genius that of Cleveland seems to have strongly sym- pathised : - The Muses ...
... hath mewed her wings . The following epitaph on Ben Jonson is the shortest and best of several tributes to the memory of that poet , with whose masculine genius that of Cleveland seems to have strongly sym- pathised : - The Muses ...
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... hath wolves again . The Scot that kept the Tower might have shown , Within the grate of his own breast alone , 1 Red hair was in the worst repute formerly , and was attributed alike to Cain , to Judas , and to the devil . The leopard ...
... hath wolves again . The Scot that kept the Tower might have shown , Within the grate of his own breast alone , 1 Red hair was in the worst repute formerly , and was attributed alike to Cain , to Judas , and to the devil . The leopard ...
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A Compendious History of English Literature and of the English ..., Volym 2 George Lillie Craik Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1861 |
A Compendious History of English Literature, and of the English ..., Volym 2 George Lillie Craik Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1871 |
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Sida 460 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Sida 77 - Memory and her siren daughters, but by 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...
Sida 502 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Sida 463 - For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to be still and patient, all I can ; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature all the natural man— This was my sole resource, my only plan : Till that which suits a part infects the whole, And now is almoit grown the habit of my soul.
Sida 463 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy. Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy; But he beholds the light and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy. The youth who daily farther from the East Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And, by the vision splendid, Is on his way attended. At length the man perceives it die away And fade into the light of common day.
Sida 505 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Sida 505 - Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Sida 90 - To his Coy Mistress Had we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Huraber would complain.
Sida 208 - Truth may, perhaps, come to the price of a pearl that showeth best by day, but it will not rise to the price of a diamond or carbuncle that showeth best in varied lights. A mixture of a lie doth ^ever add pleasure. Doth any man doubt that if there were taken out of men's minds vain opinions, flattering hopes, false valuations, imaginations as one would, and the like, but it would leave the minds of a number of men poor shrunken things, full of melancholy and indisposition, and unpleasing to themselves?
Sida 360 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!