Noontide Leisure; Or, Sketches in Summer, Outlines from Nature and Imagination, and Including a Tale of the Days of Shakspeare, 1-2. kötetT. Cadell and W. Blackwood, 1824 |
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3. oldal
... Roman poet with the happiest taste and emu- lation , adopting a wider canvass , has expanded into a picture which seems , whilst we behold it , to breathe the very freshness of the living land- scape B 2 NOONTIDE LEISURE . 3.
... Roman poet with the happiest taste and emu- lation , adopting a wider canvass , has expanded into a picture which seems , whilst we behold it , to breathe the very freshness of the living land- scape B 2 NOONTIDE LEISURE . 3.
44. oldal
... . It should also be recollected , that male attire in the reign of James the First , was , in order to please the taste of that monarch , singularly showy . the kindness which he had experienced beneath his roof , 44 NOONTIDE LEISURE .
... . It should also be recollected , that male attire in the reign of James the First , was , in order to please the taste of that monarch , singularly showy . the kindness which he had experienced beneath his roof , 44 NOONTIDE LEISURE .
68. oldal
... taste and in- clination , as from deference to the circular letters of his Majesty , he has embellished the ter- mination of his garden . This elegant tree , which was planted by Shakspeare's own hand , and is now six years old ...
... taste and in- clination , as from deference to the circular letters of his Majesty , he has embellished the ter- mination of his garden . This elegant tree , which was planted by Shakspeare's own hand , and is now six years old ...
90. oldal
... taste and literature , and experience of life , and none more willing , from an intimacy with the virtues of the man , to do justice to the merits of Shakspeare , than was Lord Carew . He had ever been also peculiarly susceptible to the ...
... taste and literature , and experience of life , and none more willing , from an intimacy with the virtues of the man , to do justice to the merits of Shakspeare , than was Lord Carew . He had ever been also peculiarly susceptible to the ...
102. oldal
... taste , a great admirer of English poetry , and has copied in his gardens , though , perhaps , without sufficient acknowledg- ment , many of the finest passages of Pope and Thomson , Goldsmith and Gray , passages which , though moulded ...
... taste , a great admirer of English poetry , and has copied in his gardens , though , perhaps , without sufficient acknowledg- ment , many of the finest passages of Pope and Thomson , Goldsmith and Gray , passages which , though moulded ...
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12. oldal - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
14. oldal - Linquenda tellus et domus et placens Uxor, neque harum, quas colis, arborum Te praeter invisas cupressos Ulla brevem dominum sequetur.
12. oldal - Softly on my eyelids laid ; And, as I wake, sweet music breathe Above, about, or underneath, Sent by some spirit to mortals good, Or the unseen Genius of the wood.
15. oldal - Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader browner shade; Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease reclined in rustic state) How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great...
71. oldal - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
11. oldal - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
6. oldal - Welcome, ye shades ! ye bowery thickets, hail ! Ye lofty pines ! ye venerable oaks ! Ye ashes wild, resounding o'er the steep ! Delicious is your shelter to the soul, As to the hunted hart the sallying spring...
254. oldal - Many of his elegies appear to have been written in his eighteenth year, by which it appears that he had then read the Roman authors with very nice discernment. I once heard Mr Hampton, the translator of Polybius, remark, what I think is true, that Milton was the first Englishman who, after the revival of letters, wrote Latin verses with classic elegance.
288. oldal - So saying, her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the Fruit, she pluck'd, she eat: Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe, That all was lost.
288. oldal - Earth trembled from her entrails, as again In pangs; and Nature gave a second groan; Sky lour'd, and, muttering thunder, some sad drops Wept at completing of the mortal sin Original...