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Pagina xxiii
... Spenser , and so down to the close of the eighteenth century , will think that it is now capable of any material improvement . The chasteness of Addison , the richness of Burke , the fire of Gray , the rhythmical vigour of Johnson , the ...
... Spenser , and so down to the close of the eighteenth century , will think that it is now capable of any material improvement . The chasteness of Addison , the richness of Burke , the fire of Gray , the rhythmical vigour of Johnson , the ...
Pagina 1
... Spenser's Shepheards Calender , June 13-16 : " Thy lovely layes here maist thou freely boste ; But I , unhappie man ! whom cruell Fate And angrie gods pursue from coste to coste , Can no where finde to shroude my luckless pate ...
... Spenser's Shepheards Calender , June 13-16 : " Thy lovely layes here maist thou freely boste ; But I , unhappie man ! whom cruell Fate And angrie gods pursue from coste to coste , Can no where finde to shroude my luckless pate ...
Pagina 8
... Spenser's Shepheard's Calender , September , 254 : " But if to my cotage thou wilt resort , So as I can I will thee comfort ; There mayst thou ligge in a vetchy bed , Till fairer Fortune shew forth his head . " 100 110 113. The young ...
... Spenser's Shepheard's Calender , September , 254 : " But if to my cotage thou wilt resort , So as I can I will thee comfort ; There mayst thou ligge in a vetchy bed , Till fairer Fortune shew forth his head . " 100 110 113. The young ...
Pagina 12
... Spenser imitates Virgil here : Shepheard's Calender , January , 55 : 90 . " It is not Hobbinol wherefore I plaine , Albee my love hee seeke with dayly suit ; His clownish gifts and curtsies I disdaine , His kids , his cracknelles , and ...
... Spenser imitates Virgil here : Shepheard's Calender , January , 55 : 90 . " It is not Hobbinol wherefore I plaine , Albee my love hee seeke with dayly suit ; His clownish gifts and curtsies I disdaine , His kids , his cracknelles , and ...
Pagina 16
... Spenser has imitated this passage : Sh . Cal . March , 40 : " For , alas ! at home I have a syre , A stepdame eke , as hote as fyre , That dewly adayes counts mine . " So the unfortunate Imogen complains of " A father cruel , and a ...
... Spenser has imitated this passage : Sh . Cal . March , 40 : " For , alas ! at home I have a syre , A stepdame eke , as hote as fyre , That dewly adayes counts mine . " So the unfortunate Imogen complains of " A father cruel , and a ...
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Pagina 355 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which "they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Pagina 180 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber ; Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great...
Pagina 55 - Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war...
Pagina vi - I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew, Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers ; I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd, Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree ; And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, Nothing so much as mincing poetry ; — 'Tis like the forc'd gait of a shuffling nag.
Pagina 311 - Thus much of this, will make Black, white; foul, fair; wrong, right; Base, noble; old, young; coward, valiant. Ha, you gods ! why this ? What this, you gods ? Why this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides ; Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd ; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
Pagina 194 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the...
Pagina 351 - To-day, my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood : To the which place a poor sequester'd stag, That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt...
Pagina 120 - This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England...
Pagina 101 - The night has been unruly : where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down ; and, as they say, Lamentings heard i...
Pagina 232 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.