The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Том 7Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1819 |
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... fair Infant 297 On Time 300 At a solemn Music 301 On the Death of the Marchioness of Win- chester - · 302 On May Morning 305 MISCELLANIES . At a Vacation Exercise in the College 306 Epitaph on Shakspeare 310 On Hobson , the University ...
... fair Infant 297 On Time 300 At a solemn Music 301 On the Death of the Marchioness of Win- chester - · 302 On May Morning 305 MISCELLANIES . At a Vacation Exercise in the College 306 Epitaph on Shakspeare 310 On Hobson , the University ...
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... fair incognita , Milton travelled through every part of Italy , seeking her in all directions , but in vain . His poetic fervour became incessantly more and more heated by the idea which he had formed of his unknown admirer ; and it is ...
... fair incognita , Milton travelled through every part of Italy , seeking her in all directions , but in vain . His poetic fervour became incessantly more and more heated by the idea which he had formed of his unknown admirer ; and it is ...
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... fair , that his fellow students nicknamed him the Lady of Christ's College . ' If he re- * Def . Sec . + Epist , ut sup . Dr. Anderson tells us , that his disorder was a gutta serena . Sir William Adams says , that it is sometimes ...
... fair , that his fellow students nicknamed him the Lady of Christ's College . ' If he re- * Def . Sec . + Epist , ut sup . Dr. Anderson tells us , that his disorder was a gutta serena . Sir William Adams says , that it is sometimes ...
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... fair to try poetry with prose ; but our readers will acquit us of any wilful unfairness , when we mention , that Blackmore's Prince Arthur , another epic in ten books , was published thrice in two years , or more than ten times as often ...
... fair to try poetry with prose ; but our readers will acquit us of any wilful unfairness , when we mention , that Blackmore's Prince Arthur , another epic in ten books , was published thrice in two years , or more than ten times as often ...
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... fair empire won of earth and air , ) For this ill news I bring , the Woman's Seed , Destin'd to this , is late of Woman born . His birth to our just fear gave no small cause : But his growth now to youth's full flower , displaying All ...
... fair empire won of earth and air , ) For this ill news I bring , the Woman's Seed , Destin'd to this , is late of Woman born . His birth to our just fear gave no small cause : But his growth now to youth's full flower , displaying All ...
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Страница 262 - There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad, leaden, downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast.
Страница 259 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end, Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Страница 264 - The immortal mind, that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook : And of those demons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet, or with element. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In scepter'd pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage.
Страница 265 - And, when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Страница 257 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid...
Страница 310 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took ; Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings, for such a tomb, would wish to die.
Страница 288 - With her great master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour. Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow ; And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded that her maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Страница 218 - Comus. The star that bids the shepherd fold Now the top of heaven doth hold; And the gilded car of Day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream: And the slope Sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east.
Страница 247 - But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly or I can run Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bowed welkin slow doth bend ; And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon.
Страница 292 - 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.