Specimens of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critcal Notices and An Essay on English PoetryH. Carey Baird, 1855 - 749 pagina's |
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... hope I shall not ap- pear to be either captious or inconsiderate in disputing them . But it seems to me , that he rather arbitrarily defines the number of years which he supposes to have elapsed in the formation of our language , when ...
... hope I shall not ap- pear to be either captious or inconsiderate in disputing them . But it seems to me , that he rather arbitrarily defines the number of years which he supposes to have elapsed in the formation of our language , when ...
Pagina 99
... hope in Him alway , He will appease our discord and debate , He will soon save , though we repent us late . He will be ours , if we continue his , He will bring balee to joy and perfect bliss ; He will redeem the flock of his elect From ...
... hope in Him alway , He will appease our discord and debate , He will soon save , though we repent us late . He will be ours , if we continue his , He will bring balee to joy and perfect bliss ; He will redeem the flock of his elect From ...
Pagina 100
... hope to linger still therein ... SWIFTNESS OF TIME . THE heavens on high perpetually do move ; By minutes meal the ... hope of fruit . III . But , ere the blossom fair doth rise , To shoot its sweetness o'er the taste , Creepeth disdain ...
... hope to linger still therein ... SWIFTNESS OF TIME . THE heavens on high perpetually do move ; By minutes meal the ... hope of fruit . III . But , ere the blossom fair doth rise , To shoot its sweetness o'er the taste , Creepeth disdain ...
Pagina 104
... hope Their service doth deserve . The will she robbeth from the wit , The sense from reason's lore ; She is delightful in the rind , Corrupted in the core . .... May never was the month of love ; For May is full of flowers ; But rather ...
... hope Their service doth deserve . The will she robbeth from the wit , The sense from reason's lore ; She is delightful in the rind , Corrupted in the core . .... May never was the month of love ; For May is full of flowers ; But rather ...
Pagina 115
... hope , with melting eyes did view , All suddenly abash'd , she changed hue , And with stern horror backward ' gan to start ; But when she better him beheld , she grew Full of soft passion and unwonted smart ; The point of pity pierced ...
... hope , with melting eyes did view , All suddenly abash'd , she changed hue , And with stern horror backward ' gan to start ; But when she better him beheld , she grew Full of soft passion and unwonted smart ; The point of pity pierced ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 139 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Pagina 264 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Pagina 264 - I With shriller throat shall sing The sweetness, mercy, majesty, And glories of my King; When I shall voice aloud how good He is, how great should be, Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty.
Pagina 139 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Pagina 312 - Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon When she deserts the night, Hid in her vacant interlunar cave. Since light so necessary is to life, And almost life itself, if it be true That light is in the soul, She all in every part, — why was the sight To such a tender ball as...
Pagina 311 - WHAT needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones The labour of an age in piled stones ? Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Pagina 101 - Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw. 0 make in me those civil wars to cease: 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise and blind to light, A rosy garland and a weary head: And if these things, as being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me, Livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see.
Pagina 341 - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Pagina 117 - Tell fortune of her blindness; Tell nature of decay; Tell friendship of unkindness; Tell justice of delay. And if they will reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming; Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming. If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth; Tell manhood shakes off" pity; Tell virtue least preferreth.
Pagina 139 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...