Theatrum Poetarum Anglicanorum: Containing Brief Characters of the English Poets, Down to the Year 1675From the Press of Bonnant, 1824 - Всего страниц: 205 |
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... Earl of Lancaster , John of Gaunt . How great a part we have lost of his works , above what we have extant of him , is manifest from an author of good credit , who reckons up many considerable poems , which are not in his published ...
... Earl of Lancaster , John of Gaunt . How great a part we have lost of his works , above what we have extant of him , is manifest from an author of good credit , who reckons up many considerable poems , which are not in his published ...
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... EARL of SURRY . Henry Howard , the most noble Earl of Sur- ry , who flourishing in the time of King Henry the 8.th , as his name is sufficiently famous for the martial exploits of that family for many generations , so deserves he , had ...
... EARL of SURRY . Henry Howard , the most noble Earl of Sur- ry , who flourishing in the time of King Henry the 8.th , as his name is sufficiently famous for the martial exploits of that family for many generations , so deserves he , had ...
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... Earl of Surry , were the two chieftains , who having travelled into Italy , and there tasted the sweet and stately measures and style of the Ita- lian Poesie , greatly polished our rude and ho- mely manner of vulgar poesie from what it ...
... Earl of Surry , were the two chieftains , who having travelled into Italy , and there tasted the sweet and stately measures and style of the Ita- lian Poesie , greatly polished our rude and ho- mely manner of vulgar poesie from what it ...
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... Earl of Leicester , sent by Queen Elizabeth General of the En- glish Forces into the Low Countries , he was then unfortunately slain . He was the great English Maecenas of Virtue , Learning and In- genuity ; thorugh in his own writings ...
... Earl of Leicester , sent by Queen Elizabeth General of the En- glish Forces into the Low Countries , he was then unfortunately slain . He was the great English Maecenas of Virtue , Learning and In- genuity ; thorugh in his own writings ...
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... - Francis Davison's Poetical Rhapsody , dicated to W. Earl of Pembroke , Lord Steward of the Household to his late Majesty king Charles the First , appears to have been in those days not ill received , since it endured four ( 3 )
... - Francis Davison's Poetical Rhapsody , dicated to W. Earl of Pembroke , Lord Steward of the Household to his late Majesty king Charles the First , appears to have been in those days not ill received , since it endured four ( 3 )
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Стр. 137 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Стр. xxvi - 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 th' abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. 'But not the praise...
Стр. 136 - The city's voice itself is soft like solitude's. I see the deep's untrampled floor With green and purple sea-weeds strown ; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown ; I sit upon the sands alone, The lightning of the noontide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet ! did any heart now share in my emotion. Alas! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around...
Стр. 137 - And weep away the life of care Which I have borne , and yet must bear , Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold , and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Стр. xxvi - Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Стр. xxvii - Alas ! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely slighted shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse? Were it not better done, as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair...
Стр. 38 - Seasons" wonders that he never saw before what Thomson shews him, and that he never yet has felt what Thomson impresses.
Стр. 133 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form, A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
Стр. 133 - Midst others of less note, came one frail form, — A phantom among men ; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell...
Стр. xliv - I love snow, and all the forms Of the radiant frost: I love waves, and winds, and storms, Everything almost Which is Nature's, and may be Untainted by man's misery.