Lectures on English poetrySmith, Elder & Company, 1830 - 543 páginas |
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... is a tame and mediocre writer , but every page displays his erudition , and shews that he possessed all the learning and accomplishments of his age . Neither can much be said in favour of Occleve , or B 3 ENGLISH POETRY . 9.
... is a tame and mediocre writer , but every page displays his erudition , and shews that he possessed all the learning and accomplishments of his age . Neither can much be said in favour of Occleve , or B 3 ENGLISH POETRY . 9.
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... shew - probably in emulation of his illustrious contemporary Francis of France , of patronising letters and the Arts . Hence his reign was adorned by the productions of some men of real taste and genius , particularly by those of Lord ...
... shew - probably in emulation of his illustrious contemporary Francis of France , of patronising letters and the Arts . Hence his reign was adorned by the productions of some men of real taste and genius , particularly by those of Lord ...
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... shew that the Literary trophies of the first mentioned period , are more splendid and important , than those of all the other three united . We are not alluding merely to what passed in our own country . The superiority of the literary ...
... shew that the Literary trophies of the first mentioned period , are more splendid and important , than those of all the other three united . We are not alluding merely to what passed in our own country . The superiority of the literary ...
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... shews that he well knew that Nature was the only school in which true Poetry is taught . Yet even Thomson himself was somewhat infected with the taste of the age , and is too fond of pompous and high - sounding diction , in which we ...
... shews that he well knew that Nature was the only school in which true Poetry is taught . Yet even Thomson himself was somewhat infected with the taste of the age , and is too fond of pompous and high - sounding diction , in which we ...
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... shew that the taste of the public had undergone a great revolution , since the time when the Pastorals of Phillips , the Heroics of Blackmore , and the Lyrics of Lans- downe , were it's favourite studies . Into the merits and the ...
... shew that the taste of the public had undergone a great revolution , since the time when the Pastorals of Phillips , the Heroics of Blackmore , and the Lyrics of Lans- downe , were it's favourite studies . Into the merits and the ...
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Página 93 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Página 204 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Página 118 - Sheds itself through the face, As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain, all the good, of the elements
Página 498 - And immediately I was in the Spirit; and behold, a throne was set in heaven, and one sat on the throne: and he that sat was to look upon like a jasper and a sardine stone: and there was a rainbow round about the throne, in sight like unto an emerald.
Página 370 - With those just spirits that wear victorious palms. Hymns devout and holy psalms Singing everlastingly: That we on earth with undiscording voice May rightly answer that melodious noise; As once we did. till...
Página 141 - And Dryden, in immortal strain, Had raised the Table Round again, But that a ribald King and Court Bade him toil on, to make them sport ; Demanded for their niggard pay, Fit for their souls, a looser lay, Licentious satire, song, and play ; The world defrauded of the high design, Profaned the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.
Página 196 - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet; and yet it is sung but by some blind crowder, with no rougher voice than rude style...
Página xiv - Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And help'd to plant the wound that laid thee low : So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impell'd the steel ; While the same plumage that had warm'd his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Página 4 - Whose honours with increase of ages grow, As streams roll down, enlarging as they flow; Nations unborn your mighty names shall sound, And worlds applaud that must not yet be found!
Página 198 - And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay ! say nay ! And wilt thou leave me thus ? That hath loved thee so long In wealth and woe among ; And is thy heart so strong As for to leave me thus ? Say nay ! say nay...