The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland, Band 1Harper & brothers, 1851 |
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... passion precious boucht , And we devils sae are noucht ? ' St. Serf said , ' For that ye Fell through your awn iniquity ; And through ourselves we never fell , But through your fellon false counsell . ' ** Then saw the devil that he ...
... passion precious boucht , And we devils sae are noucht ? ' St. Serf said , ' For that ye Fell through your awn iniquity ; And through ourselves we never fell , But through your fellon false counsell . ' ** Then saw the devil that he ...
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... passion for the Lady Jane , abounds in simplicity and pathos , and contains poetry superior to any other , with the exception of that of Chaucer , pro- duced in England previous to the reign of Elizabeth . To sustain this re- mark , we ...
... passion for the Lady Jane , abounds in simplicity and pathos , and contains poetry superior to any other , with the exception of that of Chaucer , pro- duced in England previous to the reign of Elizabeth . To sustain this re- mark , we ...
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... passion , and resurrection of Christ ; on The Lord's Supper , The washing of the disciples ' feet , and on God's promises the performance of all of which formed a part of the exercises of the Sabbath , at Kilkenny , during Bale's ...
... passion , and resurrection of Christ ; on The Lord's Supper , The washing of the disciples ' feet , and on God's promises the performance of all of which formed a part of the exercises of the Sabbath , at Kilkenny , during Bale's ...
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... passion , which he has styled the Epithalamium , and which forms the most magnificent ' spousal verse ' in the language . The following passages from this gem of poetry , show that the poem itself needs no farther comment : - Wake now ...
... passion , which he has styled the Epithalamium , and which forms the most magnificent ' spousal verse ' in the language . The following passages from this gem of poetry , show that the poem itself needs no farther comment : - Wake now ...
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... passion of the mind Is like a furious gust of wind , Which beats his bark with many a wave , Till he casts anchor in the grave . It is a flower - which buds , and grows , And withers as the leaves disclose ; Whose spring and fall faint ...
... passion of the mind Is like a furious gust of wind , Which beats his bark with many a wave , Till he casts anchor in the grave . It is a flower - which buds , and grows , And withers as the leaves disclose ; Whose spring and fall faint ...
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afterward beauty became Ben Jonson bishop born bright Cæsar Cambridge character Charles Chaucer church College court death delight died divine doth dramas Earl earth Elizabeth England English English language eyes Faery Queen fair fancy father fear flowers genius give grace hath heart heaven Henry the Eighth holy honour Hudibras James JOHN Jonson king king's lady language Latin learning Leicestershire light literary live London Lord mind moral muse nature never night Oxford passage passed passion period play poems poet poetical poetry praise prince prose published queen reign remarks satire Scotland Scripture Shakspeare sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep song soon soul spirit studies style sweet tell thee things thought tongue translation Trinity College university of Cambridge university of Oxford unto verse Westminster Abbey Westminster school Wickliffe wind writer wrote
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Seite 210 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly...
Seite 316 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Seite 478 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Seite 299 - O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name! Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Seite 310 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Seite 217 - Come, let us go, while we are in our prime, And take the harmless folly of the time! We shall grow old apace, and die Before we know our liberty. Our life is short, and our days run As fast away as does the sun. And, as a vapour or a drop of rain, Once lost, can ne'er be found again, So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade, All love, all liking, all delight Lies drown'd with us in endless night. Then, while time serves, and we are but decaying, Come, my Corinna, come, let's...
Seite 477 - And, though the shady Gloom Had given Day her room, The Sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlightened world no more should need : He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne or burning axletree could bear.
Seite 483 - Hurled headlong flaming from th' ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy th
Seite 390 - But little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company ; and faces are but a gallery of pictures ; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
Seite 480 - Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...