A History of Eighteenth Century Literature (1600-1780)Macmillan and Company, 1924 - 415 oldal |
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... died the classic manner was unchallenged . The precise and regular taste made fashionable by Waller found a special propriety in resuming a vehicle of expression which had I WALLER 3 been , it would seem , invented POETRY AFTER THE ...
... died the classic manner was unchallenged . The precise and regular taste made fashionable by Waller found a special propriety in resuming a vehicle of expression which had I WALLER 3 been , it would seem , invented POETRY AFTER THE ...
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... died too young to exert much influence . A much more versatile and more attractive writer than Den- ham was Abraham Cowley ( 1618-1667 ) , but he was not nearly so consistent an adherent of the new school . On one side of his poetical ...
... died too young to exert much influence . A much more versatile and more attractive writer than Den- ham was Abraham Cowley ( 1618-1667 ) , but he was not nearly so consistent an adherent of the new school . On one side of his poetical ...
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... died , Waller was silent , Dryden turned his attention exclusively to the drama , and the only non - dramatic poetry produced was that of Milton , a magnificent survival from the romantic age . Late in 1663 Dryden had married the eldest ...
... died , Waller was silent , Dryden turned his attention exclusively to the drama , and the only non - dramatic poetry produced was that of Milton , a magnificent survival from the romantic age . Late in 1663 Dryden had married the eldest ...
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... Dryden himself had reached his fiftieth year without writing anything which was really admirable in any very supreme sense , or which , if I DRYDEN 13 he had died before 1680 , could 12 CHAP . POETRY AFTER THE RESTORATION.
... Dryden himself had reached his fiftieth year without writing anything which was really admirable in any very supreme sense , or which , if I DRYDEN 13 he had died before 1680 , could 12 CHAP . POETRY AFTER THE RESTORATION.
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Edmund Gosse. I DRYDEN 13 he had died before 1680 , could have secured his name a high place in human memory . What ... dying in remoter sounds . " Dryden's command over versification , moreover , is shown in the prologues and epilogues ...
Edmund Gosse. I DRYDEN 13 he had died before 1680 , could have secured his name a high place in human memory . What ... dying in remoter sounds . " Dryden's command over versification , moreover , is shown in the prologues and epilogues ...
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233. oldal - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
125. oldal - In vain ! they gaze, turn giddy, rave and die. Religion, blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse Divine; Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restor'd; Light dies before thy uncreating word: Thy hand, great Anarch ! lets the curtain fall ; And universal Darkness buries All.
289. oldal - Is not a Patron, my Lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water and, when he has reached ground, encumbers him with help...
289. oldal - Seven years, My Lord, have now passed since I waited in your outward rooms or was repulsed from your door, during which time I have been pushing on my work through difficulties of which it is useless to complain, and have brought it at last to the verge of publication without one act of assistance, one word of encouragement or one smile of favour.
129. oldal - Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns or politics or tales or lies Or spite or smut or rhymes or blasphemies ; His wit all seesaw between that and this, Now high, now low, now master up, now miss, And he himself one vile antithesis.
60. oldal - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
230. oldal - Whom still I hold, but cannot see, My company before is gone, And I am left alone with Thee; With Thee all night I mean to stay, And wrestle till the break of day.
327. oldal - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful visitant! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers.
223. oldal - ... thence The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring, Flings from the sun direct the flaming day, Feeds every creature, hurls the tempest forth, And, as on earth this grateful change revolves, With transport touches all the springs of life. Nature, attend ! join, every living soul Beneath the spacious temple of the sky, In adoration join; and ardent raise One general song...
322. oldal - But peace to his spirit, wherever it flies, To act as an angel and mix with the skies : Those poets, who owe their best fame to his skill, Shall still be his flatterers, go where he will ; Old Shakespeare receive him with praise and with love, And Beaumonts and Bens be his Kellys above.