A History of Eighteenth Century Literature (1600-1780).Macmillan and Company, 1889 - 415 oldal |
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... effects ; but when inspiration passed away , this laxity of form gave the poetasters occasion for every species of weakness and flaccidity . Waller , without apparently any ambition to restore the couplet as Chaucer had left it , nor on ...
... effects ; but when inspiration passed away , this laxity of form gave the poetasters occasion for every species of weakness and flaccidity . Waller , without apparently any ambition to restore the couplet as Chaucer had left it , nor on ...
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... effects , but on the whole it may be securely said that no more satisfactory translation , as English poetry , has ever been produced . In Dryden's next act was the composition , late in 1697 , of the famous second song for St ...
... effects , but on the whole it may be securely said that no more satisfactory translation , as English poetry , has ever been produced . In Dryden's next act was the composition , late in 1697 , of the famous second song for St ...
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... effects will find : So envious hags in vain their witchcraft try , Yet for intended mischief justly die . " Mulgrave's Essay on Poetry contains some terse and effective lines , one or two of which have passed into current use . He lays ...
... effects will find : So envious hags in vain their witchcraft try , Yet for intended mischief justly die . " Mulgrave's Essay on Poetry contains some terse and effective lines , one or two of which have passed into current use . He lays ...
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... effect of the dramatic record of stupendous passions in regular ringing couplets , the effect which , when heightened by the figure and voice of Betterton , was apt to overwhelm an audience with admiration and pity , may be better ...
... effect of the dramatic record of stupendous passions in regular ringing couplets , the effect which , when heightened by the figure and voice of Betterton , was apt to overwhelm an audience with admiration and pity , may be better ...
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... effects of change be only tried ; Court me , in jest , and call me Almahide ; But this is only counsel I impart , For I , perhaps , should not receive your heart . Almanzor . Fair though you are As summer mornings , and your eyes more ...
... effects of change be only tried ; Court me , in jest , and call me Almahide ; But this is only counsel I impart , For I , perhaps , should not receive your heart . Almanzor . Fair though you are As summer mornings , and your eyes more ...
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233. oldal - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
290. oldal - The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind ; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it ; till I am solitary, and cannot impart it ; till I am known, and do not want it. I hope it is no very cynical asperity not to confess obligations where no benefit has been received, or to be unwilling that the public should consider me as owing that to a patron, which Providence has enabled me to do for myself.
223. oldal - The fair profusion that o'erspreads the spring : Flings from the sun direct the flaming day; Feeds every creature; hurls the tempest forth; And, as on earth this grateful change revolves, With transport touches all the springs of life. Nature, attend! join every living soul, Beneath the spacious temple of the sky, In adoration join; and ardent raise One general song ! To Him, ye vocal gales, Breathe soft, whose spirit in your freshness breathes. Oh, talk of Him in solitary glooms Where o'er the rock...
289. oldal - Seven years, my Lord, have now past, since I waited in your outward rooms, or was repulsed from your door; during which time I have been pushing on my work through difficulties, of which it is useless to complain, and have brought it, at last, to the verge of publication, without one act of assistance, one word of encouragement, or one smile of favour.
294. oldal - The busy day, the peaceful night, Unfelt, uncounted, glided by: His frame was firm — his powers were bright, Though now his eightieth year was nigh. Then with no fiery throbbing pain, No cold gradations of decay, Death broke at once the vital chain, And freed his soul the nearest way.
236. oldal - I do not remember to have gone ten paces without an exclamation that there was no restraining; not a precipice, not a torrent, not a cliff, but is pregnant with religion and poetry.
289. oldal - Seven years, My Lord, have now passed since I waited in your outward rooms or was repulsed from your door, during which time I have been pushing on my work through difficulties of which it is useless to complain, and have brought it at last to the verge of publication without one act of assistance, one word of encouragement or one smile of favour. Such treatment I did not expect, for I never had a patron before.
121. oldal - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast : There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow ; While angels with their silver wings o'ershade The ground, now sacred by thy reliques made.
60. oldal - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
125. oldal - In vain ! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die. Religion blushing veils her sacred fires, And unawares morality expires. For public flame, nor private, dares to shine ; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine ! Lo ! thy dread empire, Chaos ! is restor'd ; Light dies before thy uncreating word ; Thy hand, great Anarch ! lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all.