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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Стр. viii
... never finished the other Volume , which would have brought the Poets down to 1675 . - - At the distance of twenty four years , - in a foreign coun- try ; — and removed from almost all the necessary books of reference ; I have undertaken ...
... never finished the other Volume , which would have brought the Poets down to 1675 . - - At the distance of twenty four years , - in a foreign coun- try ; — and removed from almost all the necessary books of reference ; I have undertaken ...
Стр. xvi
... never thought of Art ; and that his imagi- nation was so supereminently vivid that every thing embo- died itself to him in the most striking manner ; and that he identified himself successively with every character he undertook to ...
... never thought of Art ; and that his imagi- nation was so supereminently vivid that every thing embo- died itself to him in the most striking manner ; and that he identified himself successively with every character he undertook to ...
Стр. xix
... never superseded the great moral poet , who says of himself , - : « That not in fancy's maze he wander'd long ; But stoop'd to truth , and moralized his song . » - It is well knowu of French poetry that esprit is its cha- racteristic ...
... never superseded the great moral poet , who says of himself , - : « That not in fancy's maze he wander'd long ; But stoop'd to truth , and moralized his song . » - It is well knowu of French poetry that esprit is its cha- racteristic ...
Стр. xx
... never die , or evapo- rate . Though the genius of COLLINS was in some respects like inspiration ; though in embodying and personify- ing abstract ideas he had more originality , more force , more richness , more invention than Gray ...
... never die , or evapo- rate . Though the genius of COLLINS was in some respects like inspiration ; though in embodying and personify- ing abstract ideas he had more originality , more force , more richness , more invention than Gray ...
Стр. xxiii
... never did . Ye slanderers tell , If ye have served the cause of man so well ! 4 . I watch'd him when his light was like the gleaming Of a gay tremulous meteor o'er the sea ; - I watch'd him when his noontide rays were streaming In all ...
... never did . Ye slanderers tell , If ye have served the cause of man so well ! 4 . I watch'd him when his light was like the gleaming Of a gay tremulous meteor o'er the sea ; - I watch'd him when his noontide rays were streaming In all ...
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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.
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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.