The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Band 5Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... less is known of Shakspeare than of almost any writer who has been considered as an object of laudable curiosity . Nothing could be more highly gratifying than an account of the early studies of this wonderful man , the progress of his ...
... less is known of Shakspeare than of almost any writer who has been considered as an object of laudable curiosity . Nothing could be more highly gratifying than an account of the early studies of this wonderful man , the progress of his ...
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... less of Shakspeare than of his con- temporaries , let us recollect that his genius , however highly and justly we now rate it , took a direction which was not calculated for permanent admiration , either in the age in which he lived ...
... less of Shakspeare than of his con- temporaries , let us recollect that his genius , however highly and justly we now rate it , took a direction which was not calculated for permanent admiration , either in the age in which he lived ...
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... less ought it to be forgotten how much the reputation of Shakspeare was revived by the unrivalled excellence of Garrick's performance . His share in directing the public taste towards the study of Shakspeare was , perhaps , greater than ...
... less ought it to be forgotten how much the reputation of Shakspeare was revived by the unrivalled excellence of Garrick's performance . His share in directing the public taste towards the study of Shakspeare was , perhaps , greater than ...
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... less ; Or , gaining more , the profit of excess Is but to surfeit , and such griefs sustain , That they prove bankrupt in this poor - rich gain . The aim of all is but to nurse the life With honour , wealth , and ease , in waining age ...
... less ; Or , gaining more , the profit of excess Is but to surfeit , and such griefs sustain , That they prove bankrupt in this poor - rich gain . The aim of all is but to nurse the life With honour , wealth , and ease , in waining age ...
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... less false in rolling , Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth ; A man in hue , all hues in his controlling , [ eth . Which steals men's eyes , and women's souls amaz- And for a woman wert thou first created ; Till Nature , as she ...
... less false in rolling , Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth ; A man in hue , all hues in his controlling , [ eth . Which steals men's eyes , and women's souls amaz- And for a woman wert thou first created ; Till Nature , as she ...
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Seite 46 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Seite 56 - 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.
Seite 69 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Seite 451 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon and an English man-of-war. Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Seite 198 - Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
Seite 69 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Seite 71 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither ! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i...
Seite 55 - The forward violet thus did I chide ; — Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells, In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd.
Seite 59 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad; Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
Seite 55 - From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing, That heavy 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...