Sketches of English Literature: With Considerations on the Spirit of the Times, Men, and Revolutions, 1. kötetH. Colburn, 1837 |
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120. oldal
... of a common place character , are Sir Cauline and Childe Waters : a knowledge of English is not requisite to appreciate their rhythm ; their measure is as distinct as that of 120 BALLADS AND SONGS . Dumbard Douglas - 103.
... of a common place character , are Sir Cauline and Childe Waters : a knowledge of English is not requisite to appreciate their rhythm ; their measure is as distinct as that of 120 BALLADS AND SONGS . Dumbard Douglas - 103.
123. oldal
... Childe Waters depicts all that is most affecting and pathetic in private life . The word childe or BALLADS AND SONGS . 123.
... Childe Waters depicts all that is most affecting and pathetic in private life . The word childe or BALLADS AND SONGS . 123.
124. oldal
... Childe Tristram . The subject of this ballad , with the exception of a few stanzas is as follows . It will be observed that Ellen repeats nearly verbatim the words of Childe Waters , in the same manner as Homer's he- roes repeat the ...
... Childe Tristram . The subject of this ballad , with the exception of a few stanzas is as follows . It will be observed that Ellen repeats nearly verbatim the words of Childe Waters , in the same manner as Homer's he- roes repeat the ...
125. oldal
... childe be mine , faire Ellen , he sayd , Be mine as you do sweare ; Then take you Cheshire and Lancashire both , And make that childe your heyre . She sayes , I had rather have one kisse , Childe Waters , of thy mouth , Than I wolde ...
... childe be mine , faire Ellen , he sayd , Be mine as you do sweare ; Then take you Cheshire and Lancashire both , And make that childe your heyre . She sayes , I had rather have one kisse , Childe Waters , of thy mouth , Than I wolde ...
126. oldal
... Childe Waters rode , Ran barefoote by his syde ; Yet was he never so courteous a knyghte , To say , Ellen , will you ryde ? Shee , all the long daye Childe Waters rode , Ran barefoote thorow the broome ; Yet was he never so courteous a ...
... Childe Waters rode , Ran barefoote by his syde ; Yet was he never so courteous a knyghte , To say , Ellen , will you ryde ? Shee , all the long daye Childe Waters rode , Ran barefoote thorow the broome ; Yet was he never so courteous a ...
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272. oldal - There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke ; When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook.
274. oldal - O Proserpina ! For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
313. oldal - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
268. oldal - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east ; Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund Day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.
312. oldal - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
274. oldal - That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips and The crown imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack, To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend, To strew him o'er and o'er ! Flo.
229. oldal - For whilst to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took, Then thou our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble with too much conceiving; And so...
274. oldal - What you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever: when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so; and for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, and own No other function.
272. oldal - Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples, That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them...
312. oldal - In me. thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west ; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.