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Pagina 7
... beauty of the morning ; silent , bare , Ships , towers , domes , theatres , and temples lie Open unto the fields and to the sky ; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air . Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first ...
... beauty of the morning ; silent , bare , Ships , towers , domes , theatres , and temples lie Open unto the fields and to the sky ; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air . Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first ...
Pagina 8
... beauty should merge into an actual epigram , but that it should end with point and spirit . When a sonnet fails to exhibit a unity and finish , it is the fault of the artist . The question put by George Steevens , in allusion to ...
... beauty should merge into an actual epigram , but that it should end with point and spirit . When a sonnet fails to exhibit a unity and finish , it is the fault of the artist . The question put by George Steevens , in allusion to ...
Pagina 9
... beauty and abundance of the thoughts and images , I shall not con- fine my extracts to entire sonnets , but give ... beauty's field , Thy youth's proud livery , so gazed on now , Will be a tattered weed of small worth held . Then being ...
... beauty and abundance of the thoughts and images , I shall not con- fine my extracts to entire sonnets , but give ... beauty's field , Thy youth's proud livery , so gazed on now , Will be a tattered weed of small worth held . Then being ...
Pagina 10
David Lester Richardson. How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use , If thou couldst answer- This fair child of mine Shall sum my count , and make my old excuse- Proving his beauty by succession thine . This were to be new - made ...
David Lester Richardson. How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use , If thou couldst answer- This fair child of mine Shall sum my count , and make my old excuse- Proving his beauty by succession thine . This were to be new - made ...
Pagina 10
... beauty do I question make —- That thou among the wastes of time must go ! " There is a tenderness of feeling in the following sonnet , that must touch the coldest reader . " That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves ...
... beauty do I question make —- That thou among the wastes of time must go ! " There is a tenderness of feeling in the following sonnet , that must touch the coldest reader . " That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves ...
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Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Volume 2 David Lester Richardson Volledige weergave - 1840 |
Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Volume 2 David Lester Richardson Volledige weergave - 1840 |
Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Volume 2 David Lester Richardson Volledige weergave - 1840 |
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Addison admiration alluded amongst Anna Seward appears beauty Ben Jonson Byron Campbell character charm critic delight diction Don Quixote dramatic dreams Drummond Dryden English English language excellence expression exquisite Falstaff fame fancy feeling genius Grongar Hill hath Hazlitt heart human humour Iago imagination imitation intellect Johnson language Leigh Hunt less lines literary literature living look Lord Lord Byron Massinger merit Milton mind Moore moral Muse nature never noble o'er object observed Othello passages passion perhaps Petrarch poems poet poet's poetical poetry Pope popular praise prose racter reader remarkable respect rhyme Roger de Coverley Sancho Sancho Panza says seems sense Shakespeare Shylock Sir Roger sonnets soul Southey speak spirit stanza strange style sweet taste thee thine thing Thomas Moore thou thought tion Tory true truth uncle Toby verse vulgar Whig Wordsworth writer written
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Pagina 159 - Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Pagina 10 - ... this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
Pagina 14 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Pagina 11 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
Pagina 179 - Where virtue is, these are more virtuous : Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt ; For she had eyes, and chose me. No, lago ; I'll see before I doubt ; when I doubt, prove ; And on the proof, there is no more but this, — Away at once with love or jealousy ! lago.
Pagina 25 - Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace. Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all triumphant splendour on my brow, But out, alack, he was but one hour mine; The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now. Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth; Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.
Pagina 214 - As Sir Roger is landlord to the whole congregation, he keeps them in very good order, and will suffer nobody to sleep in it besides himself; for if, by chance, he has been surprised into a short nap at sermon, upon recovering out of it he stands up and looks about him, and, if he sees anybody else nodding, either wakes them himself, or sends his servants to them.
Pagina 7 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Pagina 237 - And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart. Stay, stay with us ! — rest ; thou art weary and worn...
Pagina 9 - When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held...