Specimens of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Notices, and an Essay on English PoetryJohn Murray, 1841 - 716ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... True ( from the same ) The married Scholar JOHN DONNE , D.D. Song • The Break of Day The Dream On the Lord Harrington , & c . ( To the Countess of Bedford ) THOMAS PICKE From Songs , Sonnets , and Elegies GEORGE HERBERT From his Poems ...
... True ( from the same ) The married Scholar JOHN DONNE , D.D. Song • The Break of Day The Dream On the Lord Harrington , & c . ( To the Countess of Bedford ) THOMAS PICKE From Songs , Sonnets , and Elegies GEORGE HERBERT From his Poems ...
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... true . Put me on the wild island . I stand upon the sea - beach now , and think Mine arms thus , and my hair blown by the wind Wild as that desert , and let all about me Be teachers of my story . * * * * * * * Strive to make me look ...
... true . Put me on the wild island . I stand upon the sea - beach now , and think Mine arms thus , and my hair blown by the wind Wild as that desert , and let all about me Be teachers of my story . * * * * * * * Strive to make me look ...
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... true God , the poet disdained to arm him like the God of the hea- then . - COWPER . ] [ Of all the articles of which the dreadful scenery of Milton's hell consists , Scripture furnished him only with a lake of fire and brimstone . Yet ...
... true God , the poet disdained to arm him like the God of the hea- then . - COWPER . ] [ Of all the articles of which the dreadful scenery of Milton's hell consists , Scripture furnished him only with a lake of fire and brimstone . Yet ...
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... true ; take away the waves , the winds , and there will be no ship at all , not only for poetical , but for any other purpose ; and take away the sun , and we must read Mr. Fowles ' pamphlet by candle - light . But the poetry of the ...
... true ; take away the waves , the winds , and there will be no ship at all , not only for poetical , but for any other purpose ; and take away the sun , and we must read Mr. Fowles ' pamphlet by candle - light . But the poetry of the ...
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... true [ * It is remarkable that , excepting the Nocturnal Reverie of Lady Winchelsea , and a passage or two in the Windsor Forest of Pope , the poetry of the period between the publication of Paradise Lost and The Seasons does not ...
... true [ * It is remarkable that , excepting the Nocturnal Reverie of Lady Winchelsea , and a passage or two in the Windsor Forest of Pope , the poetry of the period between the publication of Paradise Lost and The Seasons does not ...
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307 ÆäÀÌÁö - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome: Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon: Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
339 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
259 ÆäÀÌÁö - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
266 ÆäÀÌÁö - Proclaim the ambergris on shore. He cast (of which we rather boast) The Gospel's pearl upon our coast; And in these rocks for us did frame A temple where to sound His name. Oh! let our voice His praise exalt Till it arrive at Heaven's vault, Which then perhaps rebounding may Echo beyond the Mexique bay!
259 ÆäÀÌÁö - Rescued from death by force, though pale and faint. Mine, as whom washed from spot of child-bed taint Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
lxxxvii ÆäÀÌÁö - He scarce had ceased, when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore : his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast ; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views, At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
232 ÆäÀÌÁö - To Daffodils Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
306 ÆäÀÌÁö - Of these the false Achitophel was first, A name to all succeeding ages cursed; For close designs and crooked counsels fit, Sagacious, bold, and turbulent of wit; Restless, unfix'd in principles and place, In power unpleased, impatient of disgrace; A fiery soul, which, working out, its way, Fretted the pigmy body to decay, And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay.
75 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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: Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days, To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes. Were an all-eating shame and thriftless "praise. How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer ' This fair child of mine Shall sum my count and make my old excuse...
lxi ÆäÀÌÁö - He is many times flat, insipid; his comic wit degenerating into clenches, his serious swelling into bombast. But he is always great, when some great occasion is presented to him...