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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... written in Latin by his ne- phew Phillips , of which , perhaps , none of « my readers ever heard . » In 1648 , E. Phillips became a Student of Magdelen Hall in Oxford ; where he continued till 1631 : and the title of the work , to which ...
... written in Latin by his ne- phew Phillips , of which , perhaps , none of « my readers ever heard . » In 1648 , E. Phillips became a Student of Magdelen Hall in Oxford ; where he continued till 1631 : and the title of the work , to which ...
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... written by D. SAMUEL JOHNSON , about forty five years ago . But perhaps there are those , who may re- quire to be reminded that these Lives do not include any poets of a date anterior to the reign of Charles I. The fact is , that the ...
... written by D. SAMUEL JOHNSON , about forty five years ago . But perhaps there are those , who may re- quire to be reminded that these Lives do not include any poets of a date anterior to the reign of Charles I. The fact is , that the ...
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... written , when we consider that the purpose of this reprint is to revive names undeservedly forgotten . Here are proofs of reputation formerly enjoyed ; not guesses , which the hater of what is old is always disposed to reject . « Those ...
... written , when we consider that the purpose of this reprint is to revive names undeservedly forgotten . Here are proofs of reputation formerly enjoyed ; not guesses , which the hater of what is old is always disposed to reject . « Those ...
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... The heroic Greek ; and for the patriot dead Shall chant a hymn of liberty ! as when His fire - touch'd harp was heard by mortal men ! J. B. I have written my opinion of the character and poetical EDITOR'S PREFACE . XXIII.
... The heroic Greek ; and for the patriot dead Shall chant a hymn of liberty ! as when His fire - touch'd harp was heard by mortal men ! J. B. I have written my opinion of the character and poetical EDITOR'S PREFACE . XXIII.
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... written my opinion of the character and poetical genius of LORD BYRON in some Letters published in Lon- don in July 1824 , by Longman and C. ° Near the opening of Lara , LORD BYRON has pourtrayed his own character better perhaps than ...
... written my opinion of the character and poetical genius of LORD BYRON in some Letters published in Lon- don in July 1824 , by Longman and C. ° Near the opening of Lara , LORD BYRON has pourtrayed his own character better perhaps than ...
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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.