A History of Eighteenth Century Literature (1600-1780).Macmillan and Company, 1889 - 415 страници |
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... never fully known till Mr. Waller taught it ; but this sweetness of his lyric poesy was afterwards followed in the epic by Sir John Denham in his Cooper's Hill . " This last - men- tioned work , Denham's sole important contribution to ...
... never fully known till Mr. Waller taught it ; but this sweetness of his lyric poesy was afterwards followed in the epic by Sir John Denham in his Cooper's Hill . " This last - men- tioned work , Denham's sole important contribution to ...
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... never foot of man , or hoof of beast The passage prest . Where never fish did fly , And with short silver wings cut the low liquid sky . Where bird with painted oars did ne'er Row through the trackless ocean of the air . Where never yet ...
... never foot of man , or hoof of beast The passage prest . Where never fish did fly , And with short silver wings cut the low liquid sky . Where bird with painted oars did ne'er Row through the trackless ocean of the air . Where never yet ...
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Edmund Gosse. Where never yet did pry The busy morning's curious eye , The wheels of thy bold coach pass quick and free ; And all's an open road to thee . Whatever God did say , Is all thy plain and smooth , uninterrupted way . Nay , ev ...
Edmund Gosse. Where never yet did pry The busy morning's curious eye , The wheels of thy bold coach pass quick and free ; And all's an open road to thee . Whatever God did say , Is all thy plain and smooth , uninterrupted way . Nay , ev ...
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... never know it ; My tongue does not betray , nor my eyes show it . Not a sigh , nor a tear , my pain discloses , But they fall silently , like dew on roses . " Thus , to prevent my love from being cruel , My heart's the sacrifice , as ...
... never know it ; My tongue does not betray , nor my eyes show it . Not a sigh , nor a tear , my pain discloses , But they fall silently , like dew on roses . " Thus , to prevent my love from being cruel , My heart's the sacrifice , as ...
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... never an innovator , since an innovator stands outside contemporary feeling , that he may direct it . This Dryden had no inclination to attempt ; he always represented the public and was led by it , his function being , when the town ...
... never an innovator , since an innovator stands outside contemporary feeling , that he may direct it . This Dryden had no inclination to attempt ; he always represented the public and was led by it , his function being , when the town ...
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Страница 233 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Страница 125 - Thy hand, great Anarch ! lets the curtain fall ; And universal Darkness buries All.
Страница 229 - Live while you live, the Epicure would say, And seize the pleasures of the present day. Live while you live, the sacred Preacher cries, And give to God each moment as it flies.
Страница 290 - The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind ; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it ; till I am solitary, and cannot impart it ; till I am known, and do not want it. I hope it is no very cynical asperity not to confess obligations where no benefit has been received, or to be unwilling that the public should consider me as owing that to a patron, which Providence has enabled me to do for myself.
Страница 294 - The busy day, the peaceful night, Unfelt, uncounted, glided by: His frame was firm — his powers were bright, Though now his eightieth year was nigh. Then with no fiery throbbing pain, No cold gradations of decay, Death broke at once the vital chain, And freed his soul the nearest way.
Страница 340 - Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech, His breath like caller air ; His very foot has music in't • As he comes up the stair, — And will I see his face again? And will I hear him speak ? I'm downright dizzy wi...
Страница 121 - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast : There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow ; While angels with their silver wings o'ershade The ground, now sacred by thy reliques made.
Страница 60 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Страница 231 - Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome— at an inn.
Страница 322 - Those poets who owe their best fame to his skill Shall still be his flatterers, go where he will; Old Shakespeare receive him with praise and with love, And Beaumonts and Bens be his Kellys above.