Sketches of English Literature: With Considerations on the Spirit of the Times, Men, and Revolutions, Zväzok 1H. Colburn, 1836 |
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... natural sap , and bears foreign fruit . Such is the Latin with reference to the barbarous idiom which gave birth to it ; such are the modern languages of Latin Europe with reference to the polished language from which they are derived ...
... natural sap , and bears foreign fruit . Such is the Latin with reference to the barbarous idiom which gave birth to it ; such are the modern languages of Latin Europe with reference to the polished language from which they are derived ...
Strana 25
... nature . They were declared to be contrary to good morals , and invented in derision of the Creator . " In England , an act of parliament forbade the making of any shoes or buskins " with poleyns exceeding the length of two inches ...
... nature . They were declared to be contrary to good morals , and invented in derision of the Creator . " In England , an act of parliament forbade the making of any shoes or buskins " with poleyns exceeding the length of two inches ...
Strana 39
... natural law of human ex- istence . On the one hand chivalry , on the other the insurrection of the rustic population , all sorts of licentiousness in the clergy , together with all the Manners continued -Vigour and End of the Barbarous ...
... natural law of human ex- istence . On the one hand chivalry , on the other the insurrection of the rustic population , all sorts of licentiousness in the clergy , together with all the Manners continued -Vigour and End of the Barbarous ...
Strana 76
... natural delineation , and of fertile invention . We see , with a smile of admiration , what simple nations derived from the creed that was taught them . To their strong , lively , vagabond imagination , their cruel manners , their ...
... natural delineation , and of fertile invention . We see , with a smile of admiration , what simple nations derived from the creed that was taught them . To their strong , lively , vagabond imagination , their cruel manners , their ...
Strana 86
... nature . A poet compares the object of his love with a bird whose plumage assumes the hues of every flower and precious stone . Too discreet to make known his mistress to the profane vulgar , the lover gracefully says : Hire nome is in ...
... nature . A poet compares the object of his love with a bird whose plumage assumes the hues of every flower and precious stone . Too discreet to make known his mistress to the profane vulgar , the lover gracefully says : Hire nome is in ...
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Strana 276 - I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that...
Strana 276 - O Proserpina ! For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Strana 315 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read 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.
Strana 270 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east ; Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund Day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.
Strana 314 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
Strana 271 - Nor that is not the lark whose notes do beat The vaulty heaven so high above our heads. I have more care to stay than will to go. Come, death, and welcome ! Juliet wills it so. How is't, my soul ? Let's talk.
Strana 276 - That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips and The crown imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack, To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend, To strew him o'er and o'er ! Flo.
Strana 231 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took ; Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings, for such a tomb, would wish to die.
Strana 314 - In me. thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west ; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Strana 231 - What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones, The labour of an age in piled stones, Or that his hallowed relics 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.