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... fell into disgrace with the court ; but it was not for their poetry , in which they imitate the delicate and graceful style of Italy . From Italy they drew that form of verse which is called the Sonnet . Through it they added new grace ...
... fell into disgrace with the court ; but it was not for their poetry , in which they imitate the delicate and graceful style of Italy . From Italy they drew that form of verse which is called the Sonnet . Through it they added new grace ...
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... fell forthwith , His wondrous weight made the ground to quake , -- Th ' earth shrunk under him and seemed to shake : - There lieth the Oake pitied of none ! Now stands the Brere like a lord alone , Puffed up with pride and vain ...
... fell forthwith , His wondrous weight made the ground to quake , -- Th ' earth shrunk under him and seemed to shake : - There lieth the Oake pitied of none ! Now stands the Brere like a lord alone , Puffed up with pride and vain ...
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... fell , O , what a fall was there , my countrymen ! Then I , and you , and all of us fell down , Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us . O , now you weep , and , I perceive , you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops . Kind ...
... fell , O , what a fall was there , my countrymen ! Then I , and you , and all of us fell down , Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us . O , now you weep , and , I perceive , you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops . Kind ...
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... fell the angels ; how can man , then , The image of his Maker , hope to win by it ? Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty . Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace , To ...
... fell the angels ; how can man , then , The image of his Maker , hope to win by it ? Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty . Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace , To ...
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... brought him forward , As a man sorely tainted , to his answer , He fell sick suddenly , and grew so ill He could not sit his mule . Kath . Alas , poor man ! Grif . At last , with easy roads , he 32 BOOK VI . THE CHARACTER OF WOLSEY.
... brought him forward , As a man sorely tainted , to his answer , He fell sick suddenly , and grew so ill He could not sit his mule . Kath . Alas , poor man ! Grif . At last , with easy roads , he 32 BOOK VI . THE CHARACTER OF WOLSEY.
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Adam Smith angels began beneath blessing blest bokés Born breast breath Brutus Cæsar Chaucer clouds creatures customed hill dead death died doth earth England English eyes fame fancy father fear fell flowers genius George Crabbe glory hand happy hath head hear heart heaven holy honour hope human JOHN BUNYAN JOHN DRYDEN kind king labour language learning light literature live looked Lord Lycidas lyre man's Marmaduke Langdale metaphysical poets mind morning Muse nature never noble numbers o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH passed passions Piers the Ploughman pleasure poems poetry poets poor pow'rs praise pride reason rest rise round satire shade sigh sight smile song soul sound spirit spread sweet tears tell Thaïs thee thine things thou thought Timotheus toil truth turn uncle Toby unto voice William Cowper wind wings wonder
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Страница 119 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Страница 272 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create *, And what perceive; well pleased to recognise In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.
Страница 44 - Neaera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Страница 271 - For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all.—I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love...
Страница 25 - Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not; Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Страница 24 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
Страница 46 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths! that scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook, or have learn'd aught else the least That to the faithful herdman's art belongs ! What recks it them?
Страница 289 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed, in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime, The image of Eternity, the throne Of the invisible,— even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Страница 256 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Страница 305 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.