Lectures on the Dramatic Literature of the Age of Elizabeth: Delivered at the Surrey InstitutionJ. Warren, 1821 - Всего страниц: 356 |
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... look out of themselves to see what they should be ; they sought for truth and nature , and found it in themselves . There was no tinsel , and but little art ; they were not the spoiled children of affectation and refine- ment , but a ...
... look out of themselves to see what they should be ; they sought for truth and nature , and found it in themselves . There was no tinsel , and but little art ; they were not the spoiled children of affectation and refine- ment , but a ...
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... look about it , startled by the light of our unexpected discoveries , and the noise we made about them . Strange error of our infatuated self - love ! Because the clothes we remember to have seen worn when we were children , are now out ...
... look about it , startled by the light of our unexpected discoveries , and the noise we made about them . Strange error of our infatuated self - love ! Because the clothes we remember to have seen worn when we were children , are now out ...
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... look upon him- self in this light , as a sort of monster of poetical genius , or on his contemporaries as " less than smallest dwarfs , " when he speaks with true , not false modesty , of himself and them , and of his wayward thoughts ...
... look upon him- self in this light , as a sort of monster of poetical genius , or on his contemporaries as " less than smallest dwarfs , " when he speaks with true , not false modesty , of himself and them , and of his wayward thoughts ...
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... look forward to it as any parti- cular subject of exultation : the poor peasant , who can only contrive to treat himself to a joint of meat on a Sunday , considers it as an event in the week . So , in the old Cambridge 32 GENERAL VIEW ...
... look forward to it as any parti- cular subject of exultation : the poor peasant , who can only contrive to treat himself to a joint of meat on a Sunday , considers it as an event in the week . So , in the old Cambridge 32 GENERAL VIEW ...
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... look as if in those days " it snowed of meat and drink , " as a matter of course throughout the year ! -The distinctions of dress , the badges of different professions , the very signs of the shops , which we have set aside for written ...
... look as if in those days " it snowed of meat and drink , " as a matter of course throughout the year ! -The distinctions of dress , the badges of different professions , the very signs of the shops , which we have set aside for written ...
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Стр. 29 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters : — To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
Стр. 225 - But hail, thou goddess sage and holy, Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight...
Стр. 225 - Fountain heads, and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan ! These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley, Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
Стр. 299 - ... daily haunts us with dying mementos, and time that grows old in itself, bids us hope no long duration, diuturnity is a dream and folly of expectation.
Стр. 312 - ... burial, and we shall perceive the distance to be very great and very strange. But so have I seen a rose newly springing from the clefts of its hood, and at first it was fair as the morning, and full with the dew of heaven as a lamb's fleece; but when a ruder breath had forced open its virgin modesty, and dismantled its too youthful and unripe retirements, it began to put on darkness, and to decline to softness and the symptoms of a sickly age; it bowed the head...
Стр. 226 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Стр. 291 - Homer continued twenty-five hundred years, or more, without the loss of a syllable or letter; during which time infinite palaces, temples, castles, cities, have been decayed and demolished ? It is not possible to have the true pictures or statues of Cyrus, Alexander, Caesar, no nor of the kings or great personages of much later years; for the originals cannot last, and the copies cannot but lose of the life and truth.
Стр. 55 - At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet...
Стр. 253 - SOME ask'd me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say : But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia. Some ask'd how pearls did grow, and where ; Then spoke I to my girl, To part her lips, and show'd them there The quarelets of Pearl.
Стр. 59 - Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise I will? I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates.