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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xxvii. oldal
... lives are usually past in difficulty and distress , and I preserve it because it is so excellently inap- plicable . In an age of such shameless pro- fligacy , the Paradise Lost could not be duly appreciated . Andrew , Marvel indeed ...
... lives are usually past in difficulty and distress , and I preserve it because it is so excellently inap- plicable . In an age of such shameless pro- fligacy , the Paradise Lost could not be duly appreciated . Andrew , Marvel indeed ...
23. oldal
... live , You must not , Sir ! too hastily forgive . Our guilt preserves us from th ' excess of joy , Which scatters spirits , and would life destroy . All are obnoxious ! and this faulty land , Like fainting ESTHER , does before you stand ...
... live , You must not , Sir ! too hastily forgive . Our guilt preserves us from th ' excess of joy , Which scatters spirits , and would life destroy . All are obnoxious ! and this faulty land , Like fainting ESTHER , does before you stand ...
42. oldal
... Live but undisturb'd and free . Here , in this despised recess , Would I , maugre winter's cold , And the summer's worst excess , Try to live out to sixty full years old , And all the while , Without an envious eye On any thriving under ...
... Live but undisturb'd and free . Here , in this despised recess , Would I , maugre winter's cold , And the summer's worst excess , Try to live out to sixty full years old , And all the while , Without an envious eye On any thriving under ...
61. oldal
... live - long night . CHORUS . Phillis , whose lips like May , Still laugh at the sweets they bring ; Where love never knows decay , But sets with eternal spring . THOMAS SHADWELL . Born at Lauton Hill , Norfolk , NATHANIEL LEE . 61.
... live - long night . CHORUS . Phillis , whose lips like May , Still laugh at the sweets they bring ; Where love never knows decay , But sets with eternal spring . THOMAS SHADWELL . Born at Lauton Hill , Norfolk , NATHANIEL LEE . 61.
63. oldal
... Live as much as you can , Let none of it pass without pleasure ; But push on your strength , Of what life wants in length , In the breadth you must make up All solid pleasure fops lay by , the measure . And seek they know not what , nor ...
... Live as much as you can , Let none of it pass without pleasure ; But push on your strength , Of what life wants in length , In the breadth you must make up All solid pleasure fops lay by , the measure . And seek they know not what , nor ...
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Specimens of the Later English Poets, Vol. 3 Of 3: With Preliminary Notices ... Robert Southey Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2015 |
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...