Specimens of the Later English Poets: With Preliminary Notices, 1. kötetLongman, Hurst, Rees and Orme, 1807 - 449 oldal "These volumes are intended to accompany Mr. Ellis's ... Specimens of the early English poets. That series concludes with reign of Charles II, this begins with that of James his successor."-- Preface. |
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3. oldal
... equal to my mind : But by raw judgment easily misled , ( As giddy callow boys Are very fond of toys ) I miss'd the brave and wise , and in their stead On every sort of vanity I fed . Gay coxcombs , cowards , knaves , and prating fools ...
... equal to my mind : But by raw judgment easily misled , ( As giddy callow boys Are very fond of toys ) I miss'd the brave and wise , and in their stead On every sort of vanity I fed . Gay coxcombs , cowards , knaves , and prating fools ...
10. oldal
... equal be their feet , nor num'rous let them flow . The ruggeder my measures run when read , They'll livelier paint th ' unequal paths fond mortals tread . Who when th ' are tempted by the smooth ascents , Which flattering hope presents ...
... equal be their feet , nor num'rous let them flow . The ruggeder my measures run when read , They'll livelier paint th ' unequal paths fond mortals tread . Who when th ' are tempted by the smooth ascents , Which flattering hope presents ...
14. oldal
... equal flame . VI . Is there that earth by human foot ne're prest ? That aire which never yet by humane breast Respired , did life supply ? Oh ! thither let me fly ! Where from the world at such a distance set , All that's past , present ...
... equal flame . VI . Is there that earth by human foot ne're prest ? That aire which never yet by humane breast Respired , did life supply ? Oh ! thither let me fly ! Where from the world at such a distance set , All that's past , present ...
48. oldal
... equal minded in a checquered life ; generous , " serviceable to her friends to the utmost of her power , and could sooner forgive an injury than do one . " ARMIDA : Or , the Fair Gill . Nor Circe nor Medea had such art , Or pow'rful ...
... equal minded in a checquered life ; generous , " serviceable to her friends to the utmost of her power , and could sooner forgive an injury than do one . " ARMIDA : Or , the Fair Gill . Nor Circe nor Medea had such art , Or pow'rful ...
56. oldal
... equal in respect , If fates be good or bad , unkind , or kind ; Not proud in freedom , nor in thrall deject ; With courage scorning fortune's worst effect , And spitting in fond envie's canker'd face , True honour thus doth baser ...
... equal in respect , If fates be good or bad , unkind , or kind ; Not proud in freedom , nor in thrall deject ; With courage scorning fortune's worst effect , And spitting in fond envie's canker'd face , True honour thus doth baser ...
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
bards beauteous beauty blest bliss breast breath bright Charles charms CONSTANTIA GRIERSON CURSTY dear death delight despair divine dost Dryden dull e'er eyes fair fame fate fear fire flame fond fools George GEORGE SEWELL GEORGE STEPNEY give glory grace grave grief happy heart Heaven honour hopes inspire James JANE BRERETON John JOHN OLDMIXON John Vanbrugh JOSIAH RELPH joys king labour live Lord lover MARY BARBER mighty mind mourn Muse ne'er never NICHOLAS AMHURST night numbers nymph o'er pain passion pleasure poems poetry Poets praise pride rage reign RICHARDSON PACK rise SAMUEL WESLEY sense shade shew shine sighs sing smile soft SONG soul strain sweet taste tears thee things Thomas THOMAS D'URFEY THOMAS YALDEN thou thought thro tongue trembling Twas verse vex'd virtue Whilst William winds wise wretched youth
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76. oldal - Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire ; Come, and thy sacred unction bring To sanctify us while we sing.
355. oldal - While Butler, needy wretch, was yet alive. No generous patron would a dinner give : See him, when starved to death, and turned to dust, Presented with a monumental bust. The poet's fate is here in emblem shown : He asked for bread, and he received a stone.
77. oldal - Chase from our minds the infernal foe, And peace, the fruit of love, bestow; And, lest our feet should step astray, Protect and guide us in the way; Make us eternal truths receive And practise all that we believe. Give us thyself, that we may see The Father and the Son by thee. Immortal honour, endless fame, Attend the...
289. oldal - Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain; Let me kiss off that falling tear; We only part to meet again. Change, as ye list, ye" winds; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee. Believe not what the landmen say, Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind: They'll tell thee, sailors when away In every port a mistress find. Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, For thou art present wheresoe'er I go.
98. oldal - But now our fears tempestuous grow And cast our hopes away; Whilst you, regardless of our woe, Sit careless at a play: Perhaps permit some happier man To kiss your hand, or flirt your fan — With a fa, la, la, la, la.
201. oldal - For though in dreadful whirls we hung High on the broken wave, I knew thou wert not slow to hear, Nor impotent to save.
96. oldal - To all you ladies now at land We men at sea indite; But first would have you understand How hard it is to write: The Muses now, and Neptune too, We must implore to write to you — With a fa, la, la, la, la.
99. oldal - In justice you cannot refuse To think of our distress, When we for hopes of honour lose Our certain happiness ; All those designs are but to prove Ourselves more worthy of your love. With a fa, &c.
112. oldal - The crowding waves gush with impetuous rage Resistless, overwhelming ; horrors seize The mariners; Death in their eyes appears, They stare, they lave, they pump, they swear, they pray...
36. oldal - In the artificial night Your gloomy entrails make, Have I taken, do I take! How oft when grief has made me fly, To hide me from society E'en of my dearest friends, have I, In your recesses...