A History of Eighteenth Century Literature (1600-1780).Macmillan and Company, 1889 - 415 oldal |
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vi. oldal
... given to the various names , therefore , he must take the respon- sibility , and the critical taste of the reader will decide whether , in the main , the proportions are correctly de- signed . But those who have made special fragments ...
... given to the various names , therefore , he must take the respon- sibility , and the critical taste of the reader will decide whether , in the main , the proportions are correctly de- signed . But those who have made special fragments ...
vii. oldal
... given to them , while others receive less . But , on the whole , I have striven to be conservative in taste . Where my judgment has differed on important questions from that of preceding critics , I have been slow to suppose that I ...
... given to them , while others receive less . But , on the whole , I have striven to be conservative in taste . Where my judgment has differed on important questions from that of preceding critics , I have been slow to suppose that I ...
6. oldal
... given of old to fame . None but his brethren he , and sisters knew , Whom the kind youth preferr'd to me ; And even in that we did agree , For much above myself I lov'd them too . Say , for you saw us , ye immortal lights , How oft ...
... given of old to fame . None but his brethren he , and sisters knew , Whom the kind youth preferr'd to me ; And even in that we did agree , For much above myself I lov'd them too . Say , for you saw us , ye immortal lights , How oft ...
7. oldal
... given . It contains what is perhaps the most beautiful line Cowley has left behind him : " Go , the rich chariot instantly prepare ; The Queen , my Muse , will take the air ; Unruly Fancy with strong Judgment trace , Put in nimble ...
... given . It contains what is perhaps the most beautiful line Cowley has left behind him : " Go , the rich chariot instantly prepare ; The Queen , my Muse , will take the air ; Unruly Fancy with strong Judgment trace , Put in nimble ...
11. oldal
... given in the next chapter , and about 1667 he entered into an agreement to supply the players of the king's theatre with three plays a year , on exceedingly favourable terms . Dryden was not able to keep his part of the contract , but ...
... given in the next chapter , and about 1667 he entered into an agreement to supply the players of the king's theatre with three plays a year , on exceedingly favourable terms . Dryden was not able to keep his part of the contract , but ...
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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.