Lectures on English poetrySmith, Elder & Company, 1830 - 543 страници |
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... grave ; the wreath which should have garlanded the Poet's brow , is now twined around his sepulchre ; and the chaplet of his living fame " Is hung upon his Hearse , to droop and wither there ! " To the last work which will bear the name ...
... grave ; the wreath which should have garlanded the Poet's brow , is now twined around his sepulchre ; and the chaplet of his living fame " Is hung upon his Hearse , to droop and wither there ! " To the last work which will bear the name ...
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... grave . All the fearful details of that sad event it were too painful to dwell upon ; and if the curtain of oblivion even for a moment be removed , it is to weep over them in silence , and close it again for ever . Henry Neele fell by ...
... grave . All the fearful details of that sad event it were too painful to dwell upon ; and if the curtain of oblivion even for a moment be removed , it is to weep over them in silence , and close it again for ever . Henry Neele fell by ...
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... grave ; but the Lyre of the Poet still vibrates ; ages listen to his song and honour it and while the pencil of Apelles , and the chisel of Phidias , and the sword of Cæsar , and the engines of Archimedes , live only in the breath of ...
... grave ; but the Lyre of the Poet still vibrates ; ages listen to his song and honour it and while the pencil of Apelles , and the chisel of Phidias , and the sword of Cæsar , and the engines of Archimedes , live only in the breath of ...
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... grave - digging scene in " Hamlet . " Lord Buck- hurst was - in conjunction with Thomas Norton , - the Author of the first English Tragedy , " Gor- boduc ; " a heavy , cumbrous performance , of but little value , except as a curious ...
... grave - digging scene in " Hamlet . " Lord Buck- hurst was - in conjunction with Thomas Norton , - the Author of the first English Tragedy , " Gor- boduc ; " a heavy , cumbrous performance , of but little value , except as a curious ...
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... grave with flowers ! the yellows , blues , The purple violets , and marygolds , Shall as a chaplet hang upon thy grave , While Summer - days do last . Ah me ! poor maid , Born in a tempest , when my mother died , This world to me is ...
... grave with flowers ! the yellows , blues , The purple violets , and marygolds , Shall as a chaplet hang upon thy grave , While Summer - days do last . Ah me ! poor maid , Born in a tempest , when my mother died , This world to me is ...
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Страница 93 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Страница 204 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Страница 118 - Sheds itself through the face, As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain, all the good, of the elements
Страница 498 - And immediately I was in the Spirit; and behold, a throne was set in heaven, and one sat on the throne: and he that sat was to look upon like a jasper and a sardine stone: and there was a rainbow round about the throne, in sight like unto an emerald.
Страница 370 - With those just spirits that wear victorious palms. Hymns devout and holy psalms Singing everlastingly: That we on earth with undiscording voice May rightly answer that melodious noise; As once we did. till...
Страница 141 - And Dryden, in immortal strain, Had raised the Table Round again, But that a ribald King and Court Bade him toil on, to make them sport ; Demanded for their niggard pay, Fit for their souls, a looser lay, Licentious satire, song, and play ; The world defrauded of the high design, Profaned the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.
Страница 196 - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet; and yet it is sung but by some blind crowder, with no rougher voice than rude style...
Страница xiv - Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And help'd to plant the wound that laid thee low : So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impell'd the steel ; While the same plumage that had warm'd his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Страница 4 - Whose honours with increase of ages grow, As streams roll down, enlarging as they flow; Nations unborn your mighty names shall sound, And worlds applaud that must not yet be found!
Страница 198 - And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay ! say nay ! And wilt thou leave me thus ? That hath loved thee so long In wealth and woe among ; And is thy heart so strong As for to leave me thus ? Say nay ! say nay...