Sketches of English Literature: With Considerations on the Spirit of the Times, Men, and Revolutions, 1. kötetH. Colburn, 1837 |
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21. oldal
... hands of the work- man . In the whiteness of their stones the eye lost none of the lightness of their details , of the elegance of their towers , of the variety of their wavings , their carvings , their chisellings , their pinkings ...
... hands of the work- man . In the whiteness of their stones the eye lost none of the lightness of their details , of the elegance of their towers , of the variety of their wavings , their carvings , their chisellings , their pinkings ...
24. oldal
... hands ; it re- sembled the Turkish caftan of the present day ; the cap adorned with feathers , or bonnet , served instead of turban . The ample robe was suc- ceeded by a close dress , and that again by a loose robe . The breeches , so ...
... hands ; it re- sembled the Turkish caftan of the present day ; the cap adorned with feathers , or bonnet , served instead of turban . The ample robe was suc- ceeded by a close dress , and that again by a loose robe . The breeches , so ...
27. oldal
... hand . " What can be more ridiculous , " says Petrarch , in a letter addressed to the Pope in 1366 , " than to see men girthed round the body . Below , long peaked shoes ; above , caps laden with feathers : hair tressed , moving this ...
... hand . " What can be more ridiculous , " says Petrarch , in a letter addressed to the Pope in 1366 , " than to see men girthed round the body . Below , long peaked shoes ; above , caps laden with feathers : hair tressed , moving this ...
31. oldal
... hands before they sat down to table . The usual dinner hour was nine in the morning , and that for supper five in the evening . They sat on banks or benches , sometimes high , at others low , and the table was raised or lowered in ...
... hands before they sat down to table . The usual dinner hour was nine in the morning , and that for supper five in the evening . They sat on banks or benches , sometimes high , at others low , and the table was raised or lowered in ...
37. oldal
... hands , a swallow en- tered at the window of his cell , and laid an egg in one of his hands . The saint did not drop his hand , nor did he close it , till the swallow had laid all her eggs and hatched her brood . In memory of this act ...
... hands , a swallow en- tered at the window of his cell , and laid an egg in one of his hands . The saint did not drop his hand , nor did he close it , till the swallow had laid all her eggs and hatched her brood . In memory of this act ...
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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.