Literary Leaves, Том 2Thacker & Company, 1840 |
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... comparing them with those around us . India , let Englishmen murmur as they will , has many attractions and enjoyments . The princely and gener- ous style in which we live in this country , the frank and familiar tone of our little ...
... comparing them with those around us . India , let Englishmen murmur as they will , has many attractions and enjoyments . The princely and gener- ous style in which we live in this country , the frank and familiar tone of our little ...
Стр. 61
... compared to Sir Richard Blackmore . There is , " replied Locke , as I with pleasure find , a strange harmony throughout between your thoughts and mine . " Of the man who could think that Shakespeare and Spenser were mere ballad - makers ...
... compared to Sir Richard Blackmore . There is , " replied Locke , as I with pleasure find , a strange harmony throughout between your thoughts and mine . " Of the man who could think that Shakespeare and Spenser were mere ballad - makers ...
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... compared with him in that particular class of composition . With the exception of the illegitimate couplet close , the disposition of the rhymes is after the strict Italian model . Though quite Petrarchan in their tone , they also ...
... compared with him in that particular class of composition . With the exception of the illegitimate couplet close , the disposition of the rhymes is after the strict Italian model . Though quite Petrarchan in their tone , they also ...
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... compared with the works of many of his contemporaries . In the meridian of his own poetical popularity he felt that those comparatively neglected writers , Wordsworth , Coleridge , and Shelley , were far greater poets , and more deeply ...
... compared with the works of many of his contemporaries . In the meridian of his own poetical popularity he felt that those comparatively neglected writers , Wordsworth , Coleridge , and Shelley , were far greater poets , and more deeply ...
Стр. 195
... compared with that of Zanga in Young's tragedy of The Revenge . But we might as well com- pare a Saracen's head on a sign - post with one of Rembrandt's portraits . Hazlitt justly styles it a vulgar caricature , Dr. Gre- gory in one of ...
... compared with that of Zanga in Young's tragedy of The Revenge . But we might as well com- pare a Saracen's head on a sign - post with one of Rembrandt's portraits . Hazlitt justly styles it a vulgar caricature , Dr. Gre- gory in one of ...
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Стр. 16 - 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. 130 - Of those fierce darts despair at me doth throw; 0 make in me those civil wars to cease; 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise...
Стр. 12 - ... 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. 13 - 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. 193 - Tis not to make me jealous, To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well ; 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!
Стр. 192 - I'd make a life of jealousy ; To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions ? No ! to be once in doubt, Is once to be resolved.
Стр. 319 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Стр. 228 - 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. 297 - Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong, They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
Стр. 253 - 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...