Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Том 2W.H. Allen & Company, 1840 |
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... object to its being limited to a precise number of lines ; as if the same objection might not be made to every other form of verse . The sonnet is one stanza of fourteen lines , as the Spenserian measure is one stanza of nine lines ...
... object to its being limited to a precise number of lines ; as if the same objection might not be made to every other form of verse . The sonnet is one stanza of fourteen lines , as the Spenserian measure is one stanza of nine lines ...
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... object of which there has been so much conjectural criticism , was also published in defiance or without the knowledge of the author , I cannot help thinking there is very good reason for supposing this to have been the case , when we ...
... object of which there has been so much conjectural criticism , was also published in defiance or without the knowledge of the author , I cannot help thinking there is very good reason for supposing this to have been the case , when we ...
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... object of them to marry , and it is absurd to suppose they were addressed to a little child , as Harte must then have been . Be- sides which , he was of humble birth and pretensions , whereas there are innumerable passages in the ...
... object of them to marry , and it is absurd to suppose they were addressed to a little child , as Harte must then have been . Be- sides which , he was of humble birth and pretensions , whereas there are innumerable passages in the ...
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... object of more than one compli- mentary Muse , and the patron of the learned . " So oft have I invoked thee for my muse , And found such fair assistance in my verse , As every alien pen hath got my use , And under thee their poetry ...
... object of more than one compli- mentary Muse , and the patron of the learned . " So oft have I invoked thee for my muse , And found such fair assistance in my verse , As every alien pen hath got my use , And under thee their poetry ...
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David Lester Richardson. addressed to a male object , this opinion seems too ridiculous to be received with any other ... objects of them , and the following are some of the many passages which I found glaringly opposed to the notion of ...
David Lester Richardson. addressed to a male object , this opinion seems too ridiculous to be received with any other ... objects of them , and the following are some of the many passages which I found glaringly opposed to the notion of ...
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Стр. 159 - Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Стр. 10 - ... this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
Стр. 14 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Стр. 11 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
Стр. 179 - Where virtue is, these are more virtuous : Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt ; For she had eyes, and chose me. No, lago ; I'll see before I doubt ; when I doubt, prove ; And on the proof, there is no more but this, — Away at once with love or jealousy ! lago.
Стр. 25 - Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace. Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all triumphant splendour on my brow, But out, alack, he was but one hour mine; The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now. Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth; Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.
Стр. 214 - As Sir Roger is landlord to the whole congregation, he keeps them in very good order, and will suffer nobody to sleep in it besides himself; for if, by chance, he has been surprised into a short nap at sermon, upon recovering out of it he stands up and looks about him, and, if he sees anybody else nodding, either wakes them himself, or sends his servants to them.
Стр. 7 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Стр. 237 - And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart. Stay, stay with us ! — rest ; thou art weary and worn...
Стр. 9 - When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held...