Poetry and Poets: A Collection of the Choicest Anecdotes Relative to the Poets of Every Age and Nation. With Specimens of Their Works and Sketches of Their Biography, כרך 3Sherwood, Gilbert, & Piper, 1826 - 305 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 23
עמוד 22
... soul from life , That soul , which seems on you to hang , Through each convulsive strife ; - Even now with agonizing grasp Of sorrow and regret , 22 POETRY AND POETS .
... soul from life , That soul , which seems on you to hang , Through each convulsive strife ; - Even now with agonizing grasp Of sorrow and regret , 22 POETRY AND POETS .
עמוד 23
... soul , through prospects dark ! And bid thy sorrows rest . Forget , forego thy earthly part , Thine heavenly being trust ; Ah ! vain attempt ; my coward heart , Still shuddering , clings to dust . Oh ye , who soothe the pangs of death ...
... soul , through prospects dark ! And bid thy sorrows rest . Forget , forego thy earthly part , Thine heavenly being trust ; Ah ! vain attempt ; my coward heart , Still shuddering , clings to dust . Oh ye , who soothe the pangs of death ...
עמוד 32
... soul be order'd well with God that did it make , For lo ! thine hour is come , therefrom no refuge may there be- Then gently spoke the Lady Blanche , my friend , I pardon thee ; Do what thou wilt , so be the King hath his commandment ...
... soul be order'd well with God that did it make , For lo ! thine hour is come , therefrom no refuge may there be- Then gently spoke the Lady Blanche , my friend , I pardon thee ; Do what thou wilt , so be the King hath his commandment ...
עמוד 45
... soul not to regard it ; but when necessity had at last thrust the situation upon him , and when he had seen years pass away without any generous offer to raise him above it , he scrupled not to avow how much he felt it had degraded him ...
... soul not to regard it ; but when necessity had at last thrust the situation upon him , and when he had seen years pass away without any generous offer to raise him above it , he scrupled not to avow how much he felt it had degraded him ...
עמוד 47
... souls congenial to his own ; and when seated with such over the flowing bowl , it is not to be wondered that he was sometimes slow to rise : yet whatever might be the social pleasures of Burns , he was never the man to sacrifice to them ...
... souls congenial to his own ; and when seated with such over the flowing bowl , it is not to be wondered that he was sometimes slow to rise : yet whatever might be the social pleasures of Burns , he was never the man to sacrifice to them ...
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מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Addison admired afterwards Bard beautiful Ben Jonson called Carolan carols celebrated child Christmas Church Commissary composed cronike Davenant death delight died doth Dryden elegant English eyes faithful friends renewing father favourite five pounds Fontaine Gascoigne genius George Gascoigne GEORGE PEELE give grace guineas coin hands happy hath heart Heywood Hindoo honour Iliad JACOB CATS JOHN HEYWOOD Johnson JOSEPH RITSON Khemnitzer King lady lived Lord Lord Halifax merry METASTASIO Milton Moore mounting feathers Muse never noble NONSENSE VERSES o'er Ovid Paradise Lost Peele Petrarch piece Piron play pleasure poem Poet poetical poetry Pope praise priests reader Savage says Shakspeare shew sing smile song sonnets soul specimen Spenser spirit Street sung Surville sweet sword Tarlton taste thee thing thou thought tion took Torquatus translation Vaucluse verses Voltaire wife write written wrote young youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 166 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide ; To lose good days that might be better spent ; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow ; To feed on hope ; to pine with fear and sorrow ; To have thy Prince's grace, yet want her peers...
עמוד 109 - The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give.
עמוד 108 - Many were the wit-combats betwixt him and Ben Jonson, which two I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning ; solid, but slow in his performances. Shakespeare...
עמוד 108 - English man-ofwar, 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.
עמוד 171 - IN going to my naked bed, as one that would have slept, I heard a wife sing to her child, that long before had wept. She sighed sore, and sang full sweet to bring the babe to rest, That would not cease, but cried still, in sucking at her breast. .She was full weary of her watch, and grieved with her child; She rocked it, and rated it, till that on her it smiled. Then did she say, "Now have I found this proverb true to prove, The falling out of faithful friends, renewing is of love.
עמוד 288 - When the tired hedger hies him home > Or by the woodland pool to rest, When pale the star looks on its breast Yet when the silent evening sighs, With hallow'd airs and symphonies, My spirit takes another tone, And sighs that it is all alone.
עמוד 85 - HAPPY is England ! I could be content To see no other verdure than its own; To feel no other breezes than are blown Through its tall woods with high romances blent : Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment For skies Italian, and an inward groan To sit upon an Alp as on a throne, And half forget what world or worldling meant. Happy is England, sweet her artless daughters; Enough their simple loveliness for me, Enough their whitest arms in silence clinging: Yet do I often warmly...
עמוד 61 - Eternal King, That did us all salvation bring, And freed the soul from danger; He whom the whole world could not take, The Word, which heaven and earth did make, Was now laid in a manger. The Father's wisdom willed it so, The Son's obedience knew no No, Both wills were in one stature ; And as that wisdom had decreed, The Word was now made Flesh indeed, And took on him our nature.
עמוד 240 - One day as the king was walking in the Mall, and talking with Dryden, he said, ' If I was a poet, (and I think I am poor enough to be one,) I would write a poem on such a subject in the following manner,' and then gave him the plan for it.
עמוד 226 - FLUTTERING spread thy purple pinions. Gentle Cupid, o'er my heart ; I a slave in thy dominions ; Nature must give way to art. Mild Arcadians, ever blooming, Nightly nodding o'er your flocks, See my weary days consuming, All beneath yon flowery rocks.