Sketches of English Literature: With Considerations on the Spirit of the Times, Men, and Revolutions, Band 1H. Colburn, 1836 |
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... hand . What can be more ridiculous , " says Petrarch , in a letter addressed to the Pope in 1366 , " than to see men girthed round the body . Below , long peaked shoes ; above , caps laden with feathers : hair tressed , moving this way ...
... hand . What can be more ridiculous , " says Petrarch , in a letter addressed to the Pope in 1366 , " than to see men girthed round the body . Below , long peaked shoes ; above , caps laden with feathers : hair tressed , moving this way ...
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... hands , a swallow en- tered at the window of his cell , and laid an egg in one of his hands . The saint did not drop his hand , nor did he close it , till the swallow had laid all her eggs and hatched her brood . In memory of this act ...
... hands , a swallow en- tered at the window of his cell , and laid an egg in one of his hands . The saint did not drop his hand , nor did he close it , till the swallow had laid all her eggs and hatched her brood . In memory of this act ...
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... hand . The Abbot Turketull had in his possession one of St. Bartholomew's thumbs , and he used it to sign himself in times of danger from storms and lightning . : The barbarians were fond of hermits . They were soldiers of different ...
... hand . The Abbot Turketull had in his possession one of St. Bartholomew's thumbs , and he used it to sign himself in times of danger from storms and lightning . : The barbarians were fond of hermits . They were soldiers of different ...
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... 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 Ages.
... 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 Ages.
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... hand , which so lately shook the spear in the battle's front , there lies cold and stiff : and thy foot , this morning the foremost in the fatal chace , there lies dead as the earth it trod . From afar , over seas , hills , and dales ...
... hand , which so lately shook the spear in the battle's front , there lies cold and stiff : and thy foot , this morning the foremost in the fatal chace , there lies dead as the earth it trod . From afar , over seas , hills , and dales ...
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Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.