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... Original and Authentick Documents ; and a Collection of his Letters , the greatest Part of which has never before been pub- lished . By Edmund Malone , Esq . London : T. Cadell and W. Davies , in the Strand . 4 vols . 8vo . The Poetical ...
... Original and Authentick Documents ; and a Collection of his Letters , the greatest Part of which has never before been pub- lished . By Edmund Malone , Esq . London : T. Cadell and W. Davies , in the Strand . 4 vols . 8vo . The Poetical ...
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... born . He began by propos- ing a reform of the ritual , but it went no further than an attempt to get rid of the words of Latin original where the meaning was as well or better given in derivatives of the Saxon . He would have DRYDEN 5 .
... born . He began by propos- ing a reform of the ritual , but it went no further than an attempt to get rid of the words of Latin original where the meaning was as well or better given in derivatives of the Saxon . He would have DRYDEN 5 .
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... original . " J. C. Scaliger said of Eras- mus : " Ex alieno ingenio poeta , ex suo versificator . " Fox indeed preferred the " Ode to Fortune " above its Horatian original . Dryden has certainly let out a reef or two and given fies ...
... original . " J. C. Scaliger said of Eras- mus : " Ex alieno ingenio poeta , ex suo versificator . " Fox indeed preferred the " Ode to Fortune " above its Horatian original . Dryden has certainly let out a reef or two and given fies ...
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... original force are good , least of all Dryden , who had always something of stiffness in his strength . Waller had praised the living Cromwell in perhaps the manliest verses he ever wrote , not very manly , to be sure , but really ...
... original force are good , least of all Dryden , who had always something of stiffness in his strength . Waller had praised the living Cromwell in perhaps the manliest verses he ever wrote , not very manly , to be sure , but really ...
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... original meaning , the stuffing out a thought with words till it fills the line . The rigid system of their rhyme , which makes it much harder to manage than in English , has accustomed them to inaccuracies of thought which would shock ...
... original meaning , the stuffing out a thought with words till it fills the line . The rigid system of their rhyme , which makes it much harder to manage than in English , has accustomed them to inaccuracies of thought which would shock ...
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accused Æneid Æschylus Anne Bishop Annus Mirabilis artist Aurengzebe believe Ben Jonson blank verse Bodin called century character charm confessed Conquest of Granada conscious criticism death demon Devil divine doubt Dryden easy English expression familiar fancy feeling force French genius ghost gives Goethe Greek Hamlet hand human imagination John Dryden Jonson judgment kind language Latin less live Macbeth matter meaning ment Milton mind modern Molière moral nature never numbers passage passion perhaps phrase Pindar play poem poet poetic poetry Polybius poor Pope Preface prose reason Reginald Scot rhyme Rigoux Rutebeuf Satan satire says scepticism seems sense Shake Shakespeare shape sometimes soul speak speare spirit story style superstition sure tells thing thought tion tragedy true truth Voltaire vulgar werwolf whole wholly witchcraft witches words Wordsworth writing wrote
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Sida 19 - The lonely mountains o'er and the resounding shore a voice of weeping heard and loud lament ; from haunted spring and dale edged with poplar pale the parting Genius is with sighing sent; with flower-inwoven tresses torn the nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Sida 302 - If to do were as easy as to know what were^ good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Sida 265 - This castle hath a pleasant seat ; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. BAN. This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve By his loved mansionry that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed The air is delicate.
Sida 32 - For so have I seen a lark rising from his bed of grass, and soaring upwards, singing as he rises, and hopes to get to heaven, and climb above the clouds ; but the poor bird was beaten back with the loud sighings of an eastern wind, and his motion made irregular and inconstant, descending more at every breath of the tempest, than it could recover by the...
Sida 7 - Till, like the certain wands of Jacob's wit, Their verses tallied. Easy was the task : A thousand handicraftsmen wore the mask Of Poesy. Ill-fated, impious race ! That blasphemed the bright Lyrist to his face, And did not know it, — no, they went about, Holding a poor, decrepit standard out, Marked with most flimsy mottoes, and in large The name of one Boileau...
Sida 284 - Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change ! Thy pyramids built up with newer might To me are nothing novel, nothing strange ; They are but dressings of a former sight. Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire What thou dost foist upon us that is old, And rather make them born to our desire Than think that we before have heard them told. Thy registers and thee I both defy, Not wondering at the present nor the past...
Sida 263 - When proud-pied April dressed in all his trim Hath put a spirit of youth in everything', That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew; Nor did I wonder at the...
Sida 298 - I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
Sida 130 - Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee; And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself?
Sida 30 - The feverish air fann'd by a cooling breeze, The fruitful vales set round with shady trees ; And guiltless men, who danced away their time, Fresh as their groves, and happy as their clime.