Sketches of English Literature: With Considerations on the Spirit of the Times, Men, and Revolutions, 1. kötetH. Colburn, 1837 |
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23. oldal
... gives at the present day to the inhabitants of our towns and to those of the country . The nobles , the knights , the magistrates , the bishops , the secular clergy , the religious of all the orders , the pilgrims , the penitents , gray ...
... gives at the present day to the inhabitants of our towns and to those of the country . The nobles , the knights , the magistrates , the bishops , the secular clergy , the religious of all the orders , the pilgrims , the penitents , gray ...
47. oldal
... give , the authors and their works , as I make them pass successively before him . It begins with the Anglo - Saxon epoch ; but , before we turn to that , let us see whether there are not traces left of the language of the Britons ...
... give , the authors and their works , as I make them pass successively before him . It begins with the Anglo - Saxon epoch ; but , before we turn to that , let us see whether there are not traces left of the language of the Britons ...
53. oldal
... in their beds , like women . Starcather , not having been fortunate enough to meet with death in fight , put a gold chain round his neck , and declared that he would give it to the first pas- Anglo-Saxons and Danes Page.
... in their beds , like women . Starcather , not having been fortunate enough to meet with death in fight , put a gold chain round his neck , and declared that he would give it to the first pas- Anglo-Saxons and Danes Page.
54. oldal
... give it to the first pas- senger who would have the charity to rid him of his head . Siward , the Danish earl of North- umberland , ashamed of growing old , and fearing lest he should be carried off by disease , said to his friends ...
... give it to the first pas- senger who would have the charity to rid him of his head . Siward , the Danish earl of North- umberland , ashamed of growing old , and fearing lest he should be carried off by disease , said to his friends ...
56. oldal
... give it to me . " Poets have always shown a fondness for the moon . Cædmon dreamt in verse , and composed poems in his sleep what is poetry but dream- ing ! : 66 " I know , " said another bard , a song that will soften iron ; I know a ...
... give it to me . " Poets have always shown a fondness for the moon . Cædmon dreamt in verse , and composed poems in his sleep what is poetry but dream- ing ! : 66 " I know , " said another bard , a song that will soften iron ; I know 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.