Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed, an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language,Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1811 |
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... taste . The theatres alone seem to have been the refuge of ge- nius , nor has any æra of our history produced so many models of dramatic excellence ; but the wretch- ed spirit of criticism which prevailed in the closet is evinced by the ...
... taste . The theatres alone seem to have been the refuge of ge- nius , nor has any æra of our history produced so many models of dramatic excellence ; but the wretch- ed spirit of criticism which prevailed in the closet is evinced by the ...
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... taste , which frees from death , And nectar , fragrant as your breath , By Hebe fill❜d , who states the prime Of youth , and brails the wings of Time . Here in Adonis ' gardens grow What neither age or winter know . The boy with whom ...
... taste , which frees from death , And nectar , fragrant as your breath , By Hebe fill❜d , who states the prime Of youth , and brails the wings of Time . Here in Adonis ' gardens grow What neither age or winter know . The boy with whom ...
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... taste . A SONNET . So glides along the wanton brook With gentle pace into the main , Courting the banks with amorous look He never means to see again . And so does Fortune use to smile Upon the short - liv'd favourite's face , Whose ...
... taste . A SONNET . So glides along the wanton brook With gentle pace into the main , Courting the banks with amorous look He never means to see again . And so does Fortune use to smile Upon the short - liv'd favourite's face , Whose ...
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... taste by that publication . Its title is " Occasional " Verses of Edward Lord Herbert , Baron of Cherbury and " Castle - island , deceased in August , 1648. " 1655 , 12mo . The following , selected from an Ode of 35 stanzas , are the ...
... taste by that publication . Its title is " Occasional " Verses of Edward Lord Herbert , Baron of Cherbury and " Castle - island , deceased in August , 1648. " 1655 , 12mo . The following , selected from an Ode of 35 stanzas , are the ...
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... taste and judgment . Their earliest composition was " The Woman hater , " printed in 1707 , 4to . Beaumont died in the twenty - ninth , and Fletcher in the forty - ninth year of his age . They were both educated in the Uni- versity of ...
... taste and judgment . Their earliest composition was " The Woman hater , " printed in 1707 , 4to . Beaumont died in the twenty - ninth , and Fletcher in the forty - ninth year of his age . They were both educated in the Uni- versity of ...
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Страница 195 - ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done.
Страница 251 - Her cheeks so rare a white was on, No daisy makes comparison, (Who sees them is undone), For streaks of red were mingled there, Such as are on a Catherine pear The side that's next the sun. Her lips were red, and one was thin, Compar'd to that was next her chin (Some bee had stung it newly) ; But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face ; I durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July.
Страница 194 - Go, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied. That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, — How...
Страница 277 - Prison WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates — When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Страница 390 - scape, Rivals and Falsehood soon appear In a more dreadful shape. By such degrees to joy they come, And are so long withstood, So slowly they receive the sum, It hardly does them good. 'Tis cruel to prolong a pain; And to defer a joy, Believe me, gentle Celemene, Offends the winged boy.
Страница 222 - Now the bright Morning Star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose.
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Страница 275 - TELL me not, sweet, I am unkind, — That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore ; I could not love thee, dear, so much. Loved I not honour more.