A History of Eighteenth Century Literature (1600-1780).Macmillan and Company, 1889 - 415 oldal |
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... famous of English quotations : " O could I flow like thee , and make thy stream My great example , as it is my theme ! Though deep yet clear , though gentle yet not dull , Strong without rage , without o'erflowing full . " Denham was an ...
... famous of English quotations : " O could I flow like thee , and make thy stream My great example , as it is my theme ! Though deep yet clear , though gentle yet not dull , Strong without rage , without o'erflowing full . " Denham was an ...
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... famous portrait still adorns the hall . His early life is exceedingly obscure , and we possess very few contributions from it , either in prose or verse . In 1659 , at the age of twenty - eight , he took part in the publication of a ...
... famous portrait still adorns the hall . His early life is exceedingly obscure , and we possess very few contributions from it , either in prose or verse . In 1659 , at the age of twenty - eight , he took part in the publication of a ...
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... famous Tory satires were published in quick succes- sion , within the course of twelve months . The first part of Absalom and Achitophel appeared in November 1681 , when Shaftesbury ( Achitophel ) was in the Tower ; The Medal appeared I ...
... famous Tory satires were published in quick succes- sion , within the course of twelve months . The first part of Absalom and Achitophel appeared in November 1681 , when Shaftesbury ( Achitophel ) was in the Tower ; The Medal appeared I ...
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... famous poets of antiquity had expressed themselves . Dryden determined to educate and indulge this taste . A new epoch in translating had been inaugurated in 1682 by an elegant version of Lucretius in heroic verse , from the hand of an ...
... famous poets of antiquity had expressed themselves . Dryden determined to educate and indulge this taste . A new epoch in translating had been inaugurated in 1682 by an elegant version of Lucretius in heroic verse , from the hand of an ...
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... famous second song for St. Cecilia's Day , known as Alexander's Feast . The final years of his active and arduous life were occu- pied in writing paraphrases or adaptations to the English style of his day of various stories by Chaucer ...
... famous second song for St. Cecilia's Day , known as Alexander's Feast . The final years of his active and arduous life were occu- pied in writing paraphrases or adaptations to the English style of his day of various stories by Chaucer ...
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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.