Second period. From Spenser to Dryden (cont.)James Nichol, 1860 |
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... fancy , their glowing language , and by thought which , if seldom profound , is never commonplace , and seems always the spontaneous and easy outcome of the author's mind 10 HALL . ] [ 2D PER . SPECIMENS WITH MEMOIRS OF.
... fancy , their glowing language , and by thought which , if seldom profound , is never commonplace , and seems always the spontaneous and easy outcome of the author's mind 10 HALL . ] [ 2D PER . SPECIMENS WITH MEMOIRS OF.
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... seem to have set themselves elaborately and convulsively to extract sentiment out of every object which met their eye . They seem to say , ' We will , and we must meditate , whether the objects be interesting or not , and whether our ...
... seem to have set themselves elaborately and convulsively to extract sentiment out of every object which met their eye . They seem to say , ' We will , and we must meditate , whether the objects be interesting or not , and whether our ...
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... seem'd sunk for very hollowness ; But could he have ( as I did it mistake ) So little in his purse , so much upon his back ? So nothing in his maw ? yet seemeth by his belt , That his gaunt gut no too much stuffing felt . Seest thou how ...
... seem'd sunk for very hollowness ; But could he have ( as I did it mistake ) So little in his purse , so much upon his back ? So nothing in his maw ? yet seemeth by his belt , That his gaunt gut no too much stuffing felt . Seest thou how ...
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... seems to have died , in 1658 , in a wretched alley near Shoe Lane . There is not much to be said about his poetry . It may be compared to his person - beautiful , but dressed in a stiff mode . We do not , in every point , homologate the ...
... seems to have died , in 1658 , in a wretched alley near Shoe Lane . There is not much to be said about his poetry . It may be compared to his person - beautiful , but dressed in a stiff mode . We do not , in every point , homologate the ...
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... seems all this time to have felt little relish either for his profession or parish- ioners . In the former , the ... seem that he had been in the habit of visiting London previously , while still acting as a clergyman , and had become a ...
... seems all this time to have felt little relish either for his profession or parish- ioners . In the former , the ... seem that he had been in the habit of visiting London previously , while still acting as a clergyman , and had become a ...
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Anacreon angels battle of Newbury beams beasts beauty blood blush breath bright Castara Chertsey Clearchus clouds Cowley crown dark dead death delight didst divine simplicity doth dust e'er earth eyes fair fall fame fancy fate fear feast fire flame flowers foul ends glory God's Goltho Gondibert grace grief grow hand hath head heart heaven hunt Ismenus JOHN CHALKHILL King light live look Lord Lord St Albans mighty mind mirth Muse ne'er never night nymph o'er Pharaoh Pindar poems poet poor praise prince proud rich ROGET sacred savage justice shade shine sight sing sleep smile soft song soul spirit spring stars sweet tears Terah thee thine things thou dost thought trees twas Twixt unto verse wanton weep Whilst wind wings wounds youth
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Sida 267 - I saw eternity the other night Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm as it was bright; And round beneath it, time in hours, days, years, Driv'n by the spheres, Like a vast shadow moved, in which the world And all her train were hurled...
Sida 184 - Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside...
Sida 36 - Get up, get up for shame ! the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air: Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree. Each flower has wept, and bow'd toward the east. Above an hour since ; yet you not drest, Nay ! not so much as out of bed ? When all the birds have matins said, And sung their thankful hymns : 'tis sin, Nay, profanation, to keep in, — Whenas a thousand virgins on this day,...
Sida 25 - Ah BEN! Say how, or when Shall we thy guests Meet at those lyric feasts, Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun ? Where we such clusters had, As made us nobly wild, not mad ; And yet each verse of thine Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
Sida 36 - Come, my Corinna, come; and, coming, mark How each field turns a street, each street a park Made green and trimm'd with trees: see how Devotion gives each house a bough Or branch: each porch, each door, ere this An ark, a tabernacle is, Made up of white-thorn neatly interwove; As if here were those cooler shades of love.
Sida 37 - As if here were those cooler shades of love. Can such delights be in the street, And open fields, and we not...
Sida 183 - Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear? Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men: Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress
Sida 26 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time...
Sida 117 - Think what with them they would do That without them dare to woo ; And unless that mind I see, What care I how great she be ? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair: If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve...
Sida 183 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.