Theatrum Poetarum Anglicanorum: Containing Brief Characters of the English Poets, Down to the Year 1675From the Press of Bonnant, 1824 - 205 páginas |
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... hath it ; not caring to understand aught beyond to eat , drink , and play . 6. And no wonder if the memories of such persons as these sink with their bodies into the earth , and lie buried in profound obscurity and oblivion ; when ...
... hath it ; not caring to understand aught beyond to eat , drink , and play . 6. And no wonder if the memories of such persons as these sink with their bodies into the earth , and lie buried in profound obscurity and oblivion ; when ...
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... hath been undertaken . For , though the personal ca- lamities of poor wretched mortals are the highest object of human pity , yet methinks there is something of compassion due to extinguished virtue , and the loss of many ingenuous ...
... hath been undertaken . For , though the personal ca- lamities of poor wretched mortals are the highest object of human pity , yet methinks there is something of compassion due to extinguished virtue , and the loss of many ingenuous ...
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... hath ever been accounted little less than DIVINE INSPIRATION . 11. Pardon me therefore , most honoured Friends , if ha- ving undertaken a province more weighty and difficult than the account of any other Art and Science , and which ...
... hath ever been accounted little less than DIVINE INSPIRATION . 11. Pardon me therefore , most honoured Friends , if ha- ving undertaken a province more weighty and difficult than the account of any other Art and Science , and which ...
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... hath been for these men , - - - books ; written on such or such a subject : who would grudge the slight mention of a book and its author ; yet , not so far as to condescend to the taking notice of every single - sheeted pie - corner ...
... hath been for these men , - - - books ; written on such or such a subject : who would grudge the slight mention of a book and its author ; yet , not so far as to condescend to the taking notice of every single - sheeted pie - corner ...
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... hath been not so unpolished as to render the poetry of that time ungrateful , to such as at this day will take the pains to examine it well . 24. Besides , if no poetry should please but what is cal- culated to every refinement of a ...
... hath been not so unpolished as to render the poetry of that time ungrateful , to such as at this day will take the pains to examine it well . 24. Besides , if no poetry should please but what is cal- culated to every refinement of a ...
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Página 137 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Página xxvi - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with th' abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. 'But not the praise...
Página 136 - The city's voice itself is soft like solitude's. I see the deep's untrampled floor With green and purple sea-weeds strown ; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown ; I sit upon the sands alone, The lightning of the noontide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet ! did any heart now share in my emotion. Alas! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around...
Página 137 - And weep away the life of care Which I have borne , and yet must bear , Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold , and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Página xxvi - Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Página xxvii - Alas ! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely slighted shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse? Were it not better done, as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair...
Página 38 - Seasons" wonders that he never saw before what Thomson shews him, and that he never yet has felt what Thomson impresses.
Página 133 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form, A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
Página 133 - Midst others of less note, came one frail form, — A phantom among men ; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell...
Página xliv - I love snow, and all the forms Of the radiant frost: I love waves, and winds, and storms, Everything almost Which is Nature's, and may be Untainted by man's misery.