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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... called for by the Public . The blame therefore , which has been thrown on JOHNSON for the nar rowness of his choice , was not merited . It would have been quite impossible that that learned philologist and critic should by his own ...
... called for by the Public . The blame therefore , which has been thrown on JOHNSON for the nar rowness of his choice , was not merited . It would have been quite impossible that that learned philologist and critic should by his own ...
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... called EDUCATION . This is that harp of Orpheus , that lute of Amphion , so ele- gantly figured by the poets to have wrought such miracles among irrational and insensible creatures , which raiseth beauty even out of deformity ; order ...
... called EDUCATION . This is that harp of Orpheus , that lute of Amphion , so ele- gantly figured by the poets to have wrought such miracles among irrational and insensible creatures , which raiseth beauty even out of deformity ; order ...
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... called the Vulgar or Multitude : I mean not altogether those of the lowest birth or fortune , but those , of what degree or quality soever , who live Sar- danapalian lives , τῶν ἀνδράποδων τρόπω , as the philoso- pher hath it ; not ...
... called the Vulgar or Multitude : I mean not altogether those of the lowest birth or fortune , but those , of what degree or quality soever , who live Sar- danapalian lives , τῶν ἀνδράποδων τρόπω , as the philoso- pher hath it ; not ...
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... called in ; - but it was the Fiction , which was to operate by mystery and surprise . To pass from one extreme to another is a condition of hu- manity , which seems by all moral history to be inevitable . Matter now was all ; and style ...
... called in ; - but it was the Fiction , which was to operate by mystery and surprise . To pass from one extreme to another is a condition of hu- manity , which seems by all moral history to be inevitable . Matter now was all ; and style ...
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... of Poetry , is so universally ad- mitted , as soon as stated , that it is unnecessary to suppose that it can be called in question . Yet in the direct and po- sitive sense , numerous compositions which enjoy the fame of 50 NOTE .
... of Poetry , is so universally ad- mitted , as soon as stated , that it is unnecessary to suppose that it can be called in question . Yet in the direct and po- sitive sense , numerous compositions which enjoy the fame of 50 NOTE .
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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.