Select British Poets, Or, New Elegant Extracts from Chaucer to the Present Time, with Critical RemarksWilliam C. Hall, 1824 - 822 pàgines |
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... sure Encreseth at his herte more and more . The clotered blood , for any leche - craft , Corrumpeth , and is in his bouke ylaft , That neyther veine - blood , ne ventousing , Ne drinke of herbes may ben his helping . The vertue expulsif ...
... sure Encreseth at his herte more and more . The clotered blood , for any leche - craft , Corrumpeth , and is in his bouke ylaft , That neyther veine - blood , ne ventousing , Ne drinke of herbes may ben his helping . The vertue expulsif ...
Pàgina 66
... Sure , if that long with love acquainted eyes Can judge of love , thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks , thy languish'd grace To me that feel the like thy state descries . Then , even of fellowship , O Moon , tell me ...
... Sure , if that long with love acquainted eyes Can judge of love , thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks , thy languish'd grace To me that feel the like thy state descries . Then , even of fellowship , O Moon , tell me ...
Pàgina 86
... sure ' twas not that , but ' twas thought that his Consider'd he was well he had a cup - bearer's place . Will Davenant , asham'd of a foolish mischance That he had got lately travelling in France , Modestly hop'd the handsomeness of's ...
... sure ' twas not that , but ' twas thought that his Consider'd he was well he had a cup - bearer's place . Will Davenant , asham'd of a foolish mischance That he had got lately travelling in France , Modestly hop'd the handsomeness of's ...
Pàgina 87
... sure they were out , for he forfeits his crown When he lends to any poet about the town . SONG . Why so fale and wan , fond lover ? Pr'ythee why so pale ? Will , when looking well can't move her , Looking ill prevail ? Pr'ythee why so ...
... sure they were out , for he forfeits his crown When he lends to any poet about the town . SONG . Why so fale and wan , fond lover ? Pr'ythee why so pale ? Will , when looking well can't move her , Looking ill prevail ? Pr'ythee why so ...
Pàgina 95
William Hazlitt. But ' tis sure some pow'r above , Which controls our wills in love ! If not love , a strong desire To create and spread that fire In my breast , solicits me , Beauteous Amoret ! for thee . " Tis amazement more than love ...
William Hazlitt. But ' tis sure some pow'r above , Which controls our wills in love ! If not love , a strong desire To create and spread that fire In my breast , solicits me , Beauteous Amoret ! for thee . " Tis amazement more than love ...
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Select British Poets, Or, New Elegant Extracts from Chaucer to the Present ... William Hazlitt Visualització completa - 1824 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 107 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Pàgina 300 - Peace to all such! But were there One whose fires True Genius kindles and fair Fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caus'd himself to rise; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer...
Pàgina 407 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came : nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Pàgina 139 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...
Pàgina 407 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch. And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Pàgina 91 - But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Pàgina 375 - He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down ; And with a withering look The war-denouncing trumpet took ; And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe . And ever and anon he beat The doubling drum with furious heat...
Pàgina 107 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Pàgina 454 - Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Pàgina 143 - Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life. Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.