 Mindless of its just honours ; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart ; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound ; — A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound ; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief ; The Sonnet glittered...  The Poetical Works of John Milton - Страница 426по John Milton - 1917 - 625 странициПълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | William Shakespeare - 1872 - 480 страници
...cypress with which Dante crown'd His visionary brow ; a glow-worm lamp, It cheer'd mild Spenser, call'd from Faery-land To struggle through dark ways ; and,...he blew Soul-animating strains, — alas, too few ! " Now, here we have a place for every thing, and every thing in its place. There is nothing irrelevant,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 412 страници
...gave ease to Petrarch's wound ; A thousand times this Pipe did Tasso sound; Camoens soothed with it an Exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle...whence he blew Soul-animating strains — alas, too few ! IINOT Love, nor War, nor the tumultuous swell Of civil conflict, nor the wrecks of change, Nor Duty... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1899 - 308 страници
...small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound ; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound ; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay...whence he blew Soul-animating strains — alas, too few ! A saunter How sweet it is, when mother Fancy rocks through The way ward brain, to saunter through... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1828 - 372 страници
...with it an Exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle Leaf Amid the cypress with which Danle crowned His visionary brow : a glow-worm Lamp, It...whence he blew Soul-animating strains— alas, too few ! NOT Love, nor War, nor the tumultuous swell Of civil conflict, nor the wrecks of change, Nor Duly... | |
 | 1833 - 240 страници
...cypress with which Dante crown'd His visionary brow : a glow-worm Lamp, It cheer'd mild Spenser, call'd from Faery-land To struggle through dark ways ; and,...whence he blew Soul-animating strains — alas, too few ! O 193 WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. TO THE LADY BEAUMONT. LADY ! the songs of Spring were in the grove While... | |
 | William Drummond, Peter Cunningham - 1833 - 358 страници
...Dante crown'd His visionary brow : a glow-worm Lamp, It cheer'd mild Spenser, call'd from Faery land To struggle through dark ways ; and when a damp Fell...he blew Soul-animating strains — alas, too few. Romeo and Julieta, tra- A Midsommer's Night gedie * Dreame. &c. &c. &c. Bookes red be me, anno 1607.... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1834 - 594 страници
...Dante crowned His visionary brow ; a glow-worm lamp, It cheered mild Spenser, called from Fairy-land To struggle through dark ways ; and when a damp Fell...whence he blew Soul-animating strains — alas, too few ! ' — vol. ii. p. 125. When have poetry and criticism mingled more genially than in these fourteen... | |
 | 1834 - 864 страници
...Dante crowned His visionary brow ; a glow-worm lamp, It cheered mild Spenser, called from Fairy-land To struggle through dark ways ; and when a damp Fell...whence he blew Soul-animating strains — alas, too few ! ' — vol. ii. p. 125. When have poetry and criticism mingled more genially than in these fourteen... | |
 | Robert Walsh - 1836 - 530 страници
...gave ease to Petrarch's wound ; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound; Camoens soothed with it an exile's grief: The sonnet glittered a gay myrtle...thing became a trumpet whence he blew Soul-animating strains—alas, too few !" What could be more finished, more perfect, whether you regard it for its... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1837 - 376 страници
...small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound ; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound ; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay...whence he blew Soul-animating strains — alas, too few ! NOT Love, not War, nor the tumultuous swell Of civil conflict, nor the wrecks of change, Nor Duty... | |
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