Sketches of English Literature: With Considerations on the Spirit of the Times, Men, and Revolutions, Volumen1H. Colburn, 1836 |
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... poor Scaldes , beaten by the troubadours of the victors , and living retired amongst the vanquished , laboured , by means of the multitude , to recover the ascendency . They celebrated plebeian adventures , and in a series of pictures ...
... poor Scaldes , beaten by the troubadours of the victors , and living retired amongst the vanquished , laboured , by means of the multitude , to recover the ascendency . They celebrated plebeian adventures , and in a series of pictures ...
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... poor soule sat sighing under a sicamore tree O willow , willow , willow ! With his hand on his bosom , his head on his knee : O willow , willow , willow ! O willow , willow , willow ! Sing , O the green willow shall be my garland ! This ...
... poor soule sat sighing under a sicamore tree O willow , willow , willow ! With his hand on his bosom , his head on his knee : O willow , willow , willow ! O willow , willow , willow ! Sing , O the green willow shall be my garland ! This ...
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... poor Ellen , whom he had compelled to run barefooted in the mud , is to bring him that prostitute in her own arms , lest she should soil her feet . Not a murmur ; not a reproach ; and , when giving birth to her child , and in the pain ...
... poor Ellen , whom he had compelled to run barefooted in the mud , is to bring him that prostitute in her own arms , lest she should soil her feet . Not a murmur ; not a reproach ; and , when giving birth to her child , and in the pain ...
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... poor beggar , and have received bread at the doors of houses . " Ursula Schweickard , a charitable lady , took pity on him , and paid for his education ; in 1501 he entered the uni- versity of Erfurt . A poor and obscure boy , he opened ...
... poor beggar , and have received bread at the doors of houses . " Ursula Schweickard , a charitable lady , took pity on him , and paid for his education ; in 1501 he entered the uni- versity of Erfurt . A poor and obscure boy , he opened ...
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... poor man , born but yesterday , standing alone , with a few friends who neither have learning , genius , numbers , greatness , sanctity , nor morals to lay claim to : their combined efforts could not cure a lame horse ..... " " In this ...
... poor man , born but yesterday , standing alone , with a few friends who neither have learning , genius , numbers , greatness , sanctity , nor morals to lay claim to : their combined efforts could not cure a lame horse ..... " " In this ...
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Página 276 - 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...
Página 276 - 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 315 - 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 270 - 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 314 - 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 271 - Nor that is not the lark whose notes do beat The vaulty heaven so high above our heads. I have more care to stay than will to go. Come, death, and welcome ! Juliet wills it so. How is't, my soul ? Let's talk.
Página 276 - 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 231 - 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 sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings, for such a tomb, would wish to die.
Página 314 - 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.
Página 231 - What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones, The labour of an age in piled stones, Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of Fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.