The Works of Donald G. Mitchell: English lands, leters and kings; Queen Anne and the GeorgesC. Scribner's sons, 1907 |
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... less in foot- notes to Milton , 1 or even Horace ( when he leaves prosody to talk of rhythmic susurrus ) . You will think furthermore of this Dr. Bentley as living through all his fierce battles of criti- cisms and of college mastership ...
... less in foot- notes to Milton , 1 or even Horace ( when he leaves prosody to talk of rhythmic susurrus ) . You will think furthermore of this Dr. Bentley as living through all his fierce battles of criti- cisms and of college mastership ...
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... less pri- vate worth , who had a very great reputation early in the eighteenth century . Fragments of his sombre - colored and magniloquent Night Thoughts are still frequently encountered in Commonplace Books of Poetry ; while some of ...
... less pri- vate worth , who had a very great reputation early in the eighteenth century . Fragments of his sombre - colored and magniloquent Night Thoughts are still frequently encountered in Commonplace Books of Poetry ; while some of ...
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... less than he would mind the gurgling of good " trink " from a beer - bottle . Yet withal , he was fairly well - intentioned , not a meddler , never wantonly unjust , willing to do kindnesses , if not fatiguing ; a heavy , good- natured ...
... less than he would mind the gurgling of good " trink " from a beer - bottle . Yet withal , he was fairly well - intentioned , not a meddler , never wantonly unjust , willing to do kindnesses , if not fatiguing ; a heavy , good- natured ...
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... less changed than almost any park about London and so one of the best worth seeing ) that a messenger came galloping in jack - boots one evening , thirteen years after · George I. had come to the throne , to tell the Prince that old ...
... less changed than almost any park about London and so one of the best worth seeing ) that a messenger came galloping in jack - boots one evening , thirteen years after · George I. had come to the throne , to tell the Prince that old ...
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Donald Grant Mitchell. Pope is the master , yet mastered by rules ; Thomson less a master , but free from bonds . He tried play - writing , in those days when Fielding was just beginning in the same line , but it was not a success ...
Donald Grant Mitchell. Pope is the master , yet mastered by rules ; Thomson less a master , but free from bonds . He tried play - writing , in those days when Fielding was just beginning in the same line , but it was not a success ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
ALEXANDER POPE Austen beautiful Boswell Burke Burney century Charles Charles James Fox Charles Lamb charming church club Coleridge counted Cowper Crabbe daughter death died early Edial Edinboro edition England English Evelina eyes famous father French garden Garrick gentleman George George II Gibbon give Goldsmith graces Grasmere Gray Hannah heart History honor Horace Walpole Hume humor Johnson kindly king knew Lady later letters literary lived London look Lord married ment mind Miss Mysteries of Udolpho never Ossian perhaps play pleasant poems poet poetic poor Pope pretty published Queen quiet red ruler Reynolds Robert Burns Samuel Johnson says Scotch sight sister song speech story Street sure talk taste tell tender thereafter things thought Thrale tion Twickenham Vathek verse Walpole wife William Cowper Wordsworth writes wrote young
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Página 94 - The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind ; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent and cannot enjoy it; till I am solitary and cannot impart it; till I am known and do not want it.
Página 308 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Página 17 - We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise, And Earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
Página 76 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Página 39 - Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide: If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Página 308 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never...
Página 247 - That young lady had a talent for describing the involvements, and feelings, and characters of ordinary life, which is to me the most wonderful I ever met with. The Big Bow-wow strain I can do myself like any now going ; but the exquisite touch, which renders ordinary commonplace things and characters interesting, from the truth of the description and the sentiment, is denied to me.
Página 80 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 126 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Página 16 - Sleep, my babe; thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide; All without thy care or payment, All thy wants are well supplied.