Lectures on English Poetry: From the Reign of Edward the Third, to the Time of Burns and Cowper, Delivered at the Russell Institution, in 1827; with Miscellaneous Tales and Poems; Being the Literary Remains of the Late Henry NeeleSmith, Elder & Company, 1830 - 543 páginas |
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... thee , like the darkened half of the moon behind it's growing light . " Had Ossian , or the Author of the pieces ascribed to him , written nothing but the three passages which I have just cited , he would have proved himself a genuine ...
... thee , like the darkened half of the moon behind it's growing light . " Had Ossian , or the Author of the pieces ascribed to him , written nothing but the three passages which I have just cited , he would have proved himself a genuine ...
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... thee , God has engross'd all justice in his hand , And there is none but what comes from him . Paint . Oh ! then I see that God must right me for my mur- der'd son ! Hieron . How ! was thy son murder'd ? Paint . Ay , Sir ; no man did ...
... thee , God has engross'd all justice in his hand , And there is none but what comes from him . Paint . Oh ! then I see that God must right me for my mur- der'd son ! Hieron . How ! was thy son murder'd ? Paint . Ay , Sir ; no man did ...
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... thee , Death ! in thy possession lies A lass unparallel'd ! " How different a being from this , is the ill - fated fair who slumbers in " the tomb of the Capulets . " She is all gentleness and mildness , all hidden passion , and silent ...
... thee , Death ! in thy possession lies A lass unparallel'd ! " How different a being from this , is the ill - fated fair who slumbers in " the tomb of the Capulets . " She is all gentleness and mildness , all hidden passion , and silent ...
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... thee beaten for being old before thy time . Lear . How's that ? Fool . Thou should'st not have been old before thou had'st been wise . Lear . Oh ! let me not be mad ! not mad , sweet Heaven ! Keep me in temper , I would not be mad ...
... thee beaten for being old before thy time . Lear . How's that ? Fool . Thou should'st not have been old before thou had'st been wise . Lear . Oh ! let me not be mad ! not mad , sweet Heaven ! Keep me in temper , I would not be mad ...
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... thee , I would through : I'd plough up rocks , steep as the Alps , in dust ; And lave the Tyrrhene waters into clouds , But I would reach thy head , thy head , proud City ! " The description of the morning on which the chief ...
... thee , I would through : I'd plough up rocks , steep as the Alps , in dust ; And lave the Tyrrhene waters into clouds , But I would reach thy head , thy head , proud City ! " The description of the morning on which the chief ...
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Pasajes populares
Página 70 - Noble madam, Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water.
Página 101 - As a sick girl. Ye gods ! it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone.
Página 202 - Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Página 368 - With saintly shout and solemn jubilee. Where the bright Seraphim in burning row Their loud uplifted angel-trumpets blow. And the Cherubic host in thousand quires Touch their immortal harps of golden wires. With those just spirits that wear victorious palms. Hymns devout and holy psalms Singing everlastingly: That we on earth with undiscording voice May rightly answer that melodious noise; As once we did.
Página 183 - This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve By his loved mansionry that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed The air is delicate.
Página 116 - Sheds itself through the face, As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain, all the good, of the elements
Página 33 - tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their colour fly ; And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, , Alas ! it cried, " Give me some drink, Titinius,
Página 203 - ... to-night, For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives.
Página 71 - Waller was smooth ; but Dryden taught to join The varying verse, the full resounding line, The long majestic march, and energy divine : Though still some traces of our rustic vein And splay-foot verse remain'd, and will remain.
Página 91 - A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i...