Sketches of English Literature: With Considerations on the Spirit of the Times, Men, and Revolutions, Volume 1H. Colburn, 1837 |
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... glory of the poet . I ought to premise that in this Historical View I have not stuck close to my subject : I have treated of every thing - the present , the past , the future ; I digress hither and thither . When I meet with the middle ...
... glory of the poet . I ought to premise that in this Historical View I have not stuck close to my subject : I have treated of every thing - the present , the past , the future ; I digress hither and thither . When I meet with the middle ...
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... glory : they turned their eyes incessantly towards that bright sun , towards those palms of Idumea , towards those plains of Rama , where the infidels reposed in the shade of the olive - trees planted by Bald- win , towards those fields ...
... glory : they turned their eyes incessantly towards that bright sun , towards those palms of Idumea , towards those plains of Rama , where the infidels reposed in the shade of the olive - trees planted by Bald- win , towards those fields ...
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... servitude , we have nothing to expect but death , for we have neither lands , nor mines , nor ports , where they can keep us to labour . Courage then , ye , who cherish life or glory ! The wives of the Romans have not followed 48 TACITUS .
... servitude , we have nothing to expect but death , for we have neither lands , nor mines , nor ports , where they can keep us to labour . Courage then , ye , who cherish life or glory ! The wives of the Romans have not followed 48 TACITUS .
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... glory ! The wives of the Romans have not followed them ; their fathers are not there to make them ashamed of flight they look trem- bling at this sky , this sea , these forests , which they never before beheld . Cooped up and already ...
... glory ! The wives of the Romans have not followed them ; their fathers are not there to make them ashamed of flight they look trem- bling at this sky , this sea , these forests , which they never before beheld . Cooped up and already ...
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... glory , christianity wants only a superior genius , coming at the proper time and place . The christian religion is entering upon a new era : like institutions and manners it is undergoing the third transformation . It is ceasing to be ...
... glory , christianity wants only a superior genius , coming at the proper time and place . The christian religion is entering upon a new era : like institutions and manners it is undergoing the third transformation . It is ceasing to be ...
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Página 272 - There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke ; When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook.
Página 274 - O Proserpina ! For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Página 313 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read 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.
Página 268 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east ; Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund Day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.
Página 312 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
Página 274 - That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips and The crown imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack, To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend, To strew him o'er and o'er ! Flo.
Página 229 - For whilst to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took, Then thou our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble with too much conceiving; And so...
Página 274 - What you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever: when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so; and for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, and own No other function.
Página 272 - Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples, That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them...
Página 312 - In me. thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west ; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.