List of authors. Essay on English poetry. General indexThomas Campbell J. Murray, 1819 - Authors, English |
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... is , " which you shall not do by casting up a stone . " More solid things do not shew the complexion of " the times , so well as ballads and libels . " 1264. In the year after that battle the royal cause D 2 ENGLISH POETRY . 35.
... is , " which you shall not do by casting up a stone . " More solid things do not shew the complexion of " the times , so well as ballads and libels . " 1264. In the year after that battle the royal cause D 2 ENGLISH POETRY . 35.
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... shews a watchful attention to keep the reader's memory distinct with regard to chronology , by making the date of the year rhyme to something prominent in the narration of the fact . Our first known versifier of the four- teenth century ...
... shews a watchful attention to keep the reader's memory distinct with regard to chronology , by making the date of the year rhyme to something prominent in the narration of the fact . Our first known versifier of the four- teenth century ...
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... shews , that Ritson might have spared himself the trouble of making any concession , as the antiquity of The Squire of Low Degree remains to be proved , it being mentioned by no writer before the sixteenth century , and not being known ...
... shews , that Ritson might have spared himself the trouble of making any concession , as the antiquity of The Squire of Low Degree remains to be proved , it being mentioned by no writer before the sixteenth century , and not being known ...
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... shew his mind according to his duty , he would so take him up with his accustomable words , that they were better to hold their peace than to speak , so that he would hear no more speak , but one or two great personages , so that he ...
... shew his mind according to his duty , he would so take him up with his accustomable words , that they were better to hold their peace than to speak , so that he would hear no more speak , but one or two great personages , so that he ...
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... them at thy will " With form and favour , taught me to believe " How thou art made to shew her greatest skill . " This last thought was probably suggested by the farther excited in the minds of poetical scholars by the 110 ESSAY ON.
... them at thy will " With form and favour , taught me to believe " How thou art made to shew her greatest skill . " This last thought was probably suggested by the farther excited in the minds of poetical scholars by the 110 ESSAY ON.
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Æneid allegorical ancient antiquity appear ballads beauty Ben Jonson Canterbury Tales certainly character Chaucer Chro Chronicle classical comedy Conquest contemporaries doth drama Dryden Elizabeth Ellis England English poetry Erceldoun eyes fable Fairy Queen fancy feeling fiction fifteenth Fletcher French genius Gorboduc grace guage hath heart Henry Henry VIII humour JOHN Jonson Langlande language Latin Layamon's literature Lord Surrey lover manner ment metrical romance Milton mind Mirror for Magistrates modern moral Muse native nature Norman opinion original passion period pieces poem poet poetical prose racter reign of Edward rhyme Ritson Robert of Gloucester romance poetry satire Saxon Scottish Shakespeare shew sixteenth century song speak specimen Spenser spirit story style supposed Surrey sweet taste thee thirteenth century THOMAS Thomas the Rhymer thou Tidore tion tragedy translation Troy verse versifier Warton WILLIAM William of Malmsbury words writers
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Page 265 - What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme, The mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam: Of smell, the headlong lioness between, And hound sagacious on the tainted green: Of hearing, from the life that fills the flood, To that which warbles thro' the vernal wood: The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine!
Page 263 - Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Page 265 - Or in proud falls magnificently lost, But clear and artless, pouring" through the plain Health to the sick, and solace to the swain. Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows? Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? Who taught that Heav'n-directed spire to rise? " The Man of Ross,
Page 219 - Do my face (If thou had'st ever feeling of a sorrow) Thus, thus, Antiphila : strive to make me look Like Sorrow's monument ; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless ; let the rocks Groan with continual surges ; and behind me, Make all a desolation.
Page 266 - So Zembla's rocks (the beauteous work of frost) Rise white in air, and glitter o'er the coast ; Pale suns, unfelt, at distance roll away, And on th' impassive ice the lightnings play ; Eternal snows the growing mass supply, Till the bright mountains prop th' incumbent sky ; As Atlas fix'd, each hoary pile appears, The gather'd winter of a thousand years.
Page 242 - Anon they move In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders...
Page 35 - THOUGH some make slight of libels, yet you may see by them how the wind sits : as take a straw and throw it up into the air, you shall see by that which way the wind is, which you shall not do by casting up a stone. More solid things do not show the complexion of the times so well as ballads and libels.
Page 229 - When our souls shall leave this dwelling, The glory of one fair and virtuous action Is above all the scutcheons on our tomb, Or silken banners over us.
Page 233 - E'en death to die for thee. Thou art my life, my love, my heart, The very eyes of me: And hast command of every part, To live and die for thee.
Page 142 - Struck with the accents of archangels' tunes, Wrought not more pleasure to her husband's thoughts, Than this fair woman's words and notes to mine. May that sweet plain that bears her pleasant weight, Be still...