The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volumen7Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1819 |
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... Christ's Nativity 286 The Passion 294 Upon the Circumcision 296 On the Death of a fair Infant 297 On Time 300 At a ... College 306 Epitaph on Shakspeare 310 On Hobson , the University Carrier ib . 277 LIFE OF MILTON . THE monuments ...
... Christ's Nativity 286 The Passion 294 Upon the Circumcision 296 On the Death of a fair Infant 297 On Time 300 At a ... College 306 Epitaph on Shakspeare 310 On Hobson , the University Carrier ib . 277 LIFE OF MILTON . THE monuments ...
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... Christ's College , in Cambridge . He had already acquired a critical knowledge of the Latin ; and the elegies , which he composed in that language , have gained him the reputation of being the first Englishman , who wrote such verses ...
... Christ's College , in Cambridge . He had already acquired a critical knowledge of the Latin ; and the elegies , which he composed in that language , have gained him the reputation of being the first Englishman , who wrote such verses ...
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... Christ's College . ' If he re- * Def . Sec . + Epist , ut sup . Dr. Anderson tells us , that his disorder was a gutta serena . Sir William Adams says , that it is sometimes exceedingly difficult to determine between the first approaches ...
... Christ's College . ' If he re- * Def . Sec . + Epist , ut sup . Dr. Anderson tells us , that his disorder was a gutta serena . Sir William Adams says , that it is sometimes exceedingly difficult to determine between the first approaches ...
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... English coast , the ship struck upon a rock , and suddenly sunk to the bottom with all that were on board , August 10 , 1637. Mr. King was a fellow of Christ's College , Cambridge . 2 He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept.
... English coast , the ship struck upon a rock , and suddenly sunk to the bottom with all that were on board , August 10 , 1637. Mr. King was a fellow of Christ's College , Cambridge . 2 He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept.
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... CHRIST'S NATIVITY . " WRITTEN IN 1629 . THIS is the ... college exercise at Cambridge , our author being now only twenty - one years old , Warton . Forsook the courts of everlasting day , And chose with ODES On the Morning of Christ's ...
... CHRIST'S NATIVITY . " WRITTEN IN 1629 . THIS is the ... college exercise at Cambridge , our author being now only twenty - one years old , Warton . Forsook the courts of everlasting day , And chose with ODES On the Morning of Christ's ...
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Página 262 - There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad, leaden, downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast.
Página 259 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end, Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Página 264 - The immortal mind, that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook : And of those demons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet, or with element. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In scepter'd pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage.
Página 265 - And, when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Página 257 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid...
Página 310 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took ; Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings, for such a tomb, would wish to die.
Página 288 - With her great master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour. Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow ; And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded that her maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Página 218 - Comus. The star that bids the shepherd fold Now the top of heaven doth hold; And the gilded car of Day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream: And the slope Sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east.
Página 247 - But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly or I can run Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bowed welkin slow doth bend ; And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon.
Página 292 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.