Essays in English Literature, 1780-1860Percival, 1890 - 451 страници |
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... called , there is no reason why Chapelain should not be a poet , and none why Shakespeare is . You will ask science in vain to tell you why some dozen or sixteen of the simplest words in language arranged by one man or in one fashion ...
... called , there is no reason why Chapelain should not be a poet , and none why Shakespeare is . You will ask science in vain to tell you why some dozen or sixteen of the simplest words in language arranged by one man or in one fashion ...
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... called which the last hundred years have seen , it may be doubted whether there is even yet accumulated a sufficient corpus of really critical discussion of individuals . If I have in these Essays contributed even a very little to such ...
... called which the last hundred years have seen , it may be doubted whether there is even yet accumulated a sufficient corpus of really critical discussion of individuals . If I have in these Essays contributed even a very little to such ...
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... called great length that " Crabbe's verses can in poetry , " and that " nineteen out of twenty of his pictures are mere matter of fact . " It is fair to say that this was in 1808 , before the appearance of " The Borough " and of almost ...
... called great length that " Crabbe's verses can in poetry , " and that " nineteen out of twenty of his pictures are mere matter of fact . " It is fair to say that this was in 1808 , before the appearance of " The Borough " and of almost ...
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... called her , perhaps merely in the fashion of the eighteenth century , perhaps in remembrance of Fulke Greville's heroine ( for he knew his Elizabethans rather well for a man of those days ) , and no doubt also with a secret joy to ...
... called her , perhaps merely in the fashion of the eighteenth century , perhaps in remembrance of Fulke Greville's heroine ( for he knew his Elizabethans rather well for a man of those days ) , and no doubt also with a secret joy to ...
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... called " Inebriety , " which ap- peared at Ipswich in 1775. His year of struggle in London saw the publication of another short piece " The Candidate , " but with the ill - luck which then pursued him , the bookseller who brought it out ...
... called " Inebriety , " which ap- peared at Ipswich in 1775. His year of struggle in London saw the publication of another short piece " The Candidate , " but with the ill - luck which then pursued him , the bookseller who brought it out ...
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Страница 219 - JENNY kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me.
Страница 15 - Theirs is yon House that holds the parish poor, Whose walls of mud scarce bear the broken door ; There, where the putrid vapours, flagging, play, And the dull wheel hums doleful through the day ;— There children dwell who know no parents...
Страница 48 - Bonny Kilmeny gaed up the glen ; But it wasna to meet Duneira's men, Nor the rosy monk of the isle to see, For Kilmeny was pure as pure could be. It was only to hear the Yorlin sing, And pu...
Страница 205 - PRINCE, was a violator of his word, a libertine over head and ears in debt and disgrace, a despiser of domestic ties, the companion of gamblers and demireps, a man who has just closed half a century without one single claim on the gratitude of his country or the respect of posterity...
Страница 15 - Whose walls of mud scarce bear the broken door; There, where the putrid vapours, flagging, play, And the dull wheel hums doleful through the day ;— There children dwell who know no parents' care; Parents, who know no children's love, dwell there! Heart-broken matrons on their joyless bed, Forsaken wives, and mothers never wed ; Dejected widows with unheeded tears, And crippled age with more than childhood fears; The lame, the blind, and, far the happiest they ! The moping idiot, and the madman...
Страница 136 - I wish he would not quarrel with the world at the rate he does ; but the reconciliation must be effected by himself, and I despair of living to see that day. But protesting against much that he has written, and some things which he chooses to do; judging him by his...
Страница 16 - With speed that, entering, speaks his haste to go, He bids the gazing throng around him fly, And carries fate and physic in his eye...
Страница 114 - The tuneful quartos of Southey are already little better than lumber : and the rich melodies of Keats and Shelley, and the fantastical emphasis of Wordsworth, and the plebeian pathos of Crabbe, are melting fast from the field of our vision.
Страница 388 - And all, who, in these sultry rooms, To-day have stared, and pushed, and fainted, Will soon forget your pearls and plumes, As if they never had been painted. You'll be forgotten — as old de"bts By persons who are used to borrow ; Forgotten — as the sun that sets, When shines a new one on the morrow...
Страница 27 - Early he rose, and look'd with many a sigh On the red light that fill'd the eastern sky ; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day : But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curl'd onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the dale ; On the right side the youth a wood survey'd, With all its dark intensity of shade ; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move...