The Poets Laureate of England: Being a History of the Office of Poet Laureate, Biographical Notices of Its Holders, and a Collection of the Satires, Epigrams, and Lampoons Directed Against ThemE. Stock, 1879 - 308 oldal |
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264. oldal - in our minds, as are the sweetly thoughtful words of Shakespeare, or the sprightly elegance of L'Allegro:— " Married to immortal verse Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out.
59. oldal - to Jonson from the country, says: " What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid ! heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if every one from whom they came Had meant to put his whole
62. oldal - Ah BEN ! Say how, or when Shall we thy guests Meet at those lyric feasts, Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun ? Where we such clusters had, As made us nobly wild, not mad ; And yet each verse of thine Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
xiv. oldal - wreath, Not sO much honouring thee, As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me : Since when it grows, and
7. oldal - chains, warm furs, broad banners, and broad faces), Now night descending, the proud scene was o'er, But lived, in Settle's numbers, one day more ; Now mayors and shrieves all hush'd and satiate lay, Yet eat, in dreams, the custard of the day; While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves to give their readers sleep.
276. oldal - King, whose name, a Ghost, Streams like a cloud, man-shaped, from mountain peak And cleaves to cairn and cromlech still ; or him Of Geoffrey's book, or him of Malleor's, one Touch'd by the adulterous finger of a time That hover'd between war and wantonness, And crownings and dethronements.
xiv. oldal - eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise, Doth
137. oldal - Thy relics, Rowe, to this fair urn we trust, And, sacred, place by Dryden's awful dust. Beneath a rude and nameless stone he lies, To which thy tomb shall guide enquiring eyes. Peace to thy gentle shade, and endless rest! Blest in thy genius—in thy love too blest! One grateful woman to thy fame
290. oldal - Sea-kings' daughter from over the sea, Alexandra! Saxon and Norman and Dane are we, But all of us Danes in our welcome of thee, Alexandra ! *.»*•** The sea-kings' daughter as happy as fair, Blissful bride of a blissful heir, Bride of the heir of the kings of the sea—
xv. oldal - arms might do what this has done. " It was my heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer. My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move! " A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair; Give me but what this riband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.