The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland, Volumen1Harper & brothers, 1856 |
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... published of it , that ' Bacon seems in it to have principally proposed two things — either by laying down a good scheme for philosophy to excite the pope to reform the errors which had then crept into the church ; or , if he could not ...
... published of it , that ' Bacon seems in it to have principally proposed two things — either by laying down a good scheme for philosophy to excite the pope to reform the errors which had then crept into the church ; or , if he could not ...
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... published the Court of Love , and some other minor poems , all of which gave promise of the future poetic eminence to which he was destined to attain . From Cambridge Chaucer removed , according to Warton and others , to the university ...
... published the Court of Love , and some other minor poems , all of which gave promise of the future poetic eminence to which he was destined to attain . From Cambridge Chaucer removed , according to Warton and others , to the university ...
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... published , but still remains in manuscript in the Ad- vocates ' Library , Edinburgh . To the poets of the period of Scottish literature which we have had under consideration in the present lecture , we shall add the ballad of Sir ...
... published , but still remains in manuscript in the Ad- vocates ' Library , Edinburgh . To the poets of the period of Scottish literature which we have had under consideration in the present lecture , we shall add the ballad of Sir ...
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... published in 1565 , along with those of the Earl of Surrey ; and from this copy we select the following songs , and the stanza which follows them : THE LOVER'S LUTE CAN NOT BE BLAMED , THOUGH IT SING OF HIS LADY'S UNKINDNESS . Blame not ...
... published in 1565 , along with those of the Earl of Surrey ; and from this copy we select the following songs , and the stanza which follows them : THE LOVER'S LUTE CAN NOT BE BLAMED , THOUGH IT SING OF HIS LADY'S UNKINDNESS . Blame not ...
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... published in 1557 , contains a series of practical directions for farming , expressed in simple and inelegant , though not always , dull verse . It has , however , the honor of being the first regular didactic poem in the language ...
... published in 1557 , contains a series of practical directions for farming , expressed in simple and inelegant , though not always , dull verse . It has , however , the honor of being the first regular didactic poem in the language ...
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Página 316 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Página 302 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Página 311 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...
Página 490 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms. Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
Página 478 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Página 478 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so ; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Página 303 - To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time.
Página 304 - tis too horrible. The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Página 307 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Página 305 - She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man ; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake : She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them.