The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 3E. Littell, 1822 |
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... Petrarch did not lie . I have his Latin works . People will no longer read them , because they consider his Latin to be faulty ; but they are wrong . Petrarch's love for the chaste Laura is not a fanciful invention . He loved her as any ...
... Petrarch did not lie . I have his Latin works . People will no longer read them , because they consider his Latin to be faulty ; but they are wrong . Petrarch's love for the chaste Laura is not a fanciful invention . He loved her as any ...
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... Petrarch . His judgment of the works of these great men is well known . He could not refrain from writing exactly as objects represented themselves to his own mind , and this has greatly injured him in the public opinion . I con- tented ...
... Petrarch . His judgment of the works of these great men is well known . He could not refrain from writing exactly as objects represented themselves to his own mind , and this has greatly injured him in the public opinion . I con- tented ...
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... Petrarch , and I conceive justly . ” C. " This has done as little honour to his scientific mind and taste , as it has to that of Muratori . " V. " There he is ! —you will surely acknowledge his profound erudition . " C. " Est ubi peccat ...
... Petrarch , and I conceive justly . ” C. " This has done as little honour to his scientific mind and taste , as it has to that of Muratori . " V. " There he is ! —you will surely acknowledge his profound erudition . " C. " Est ubi peccat ...
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... Petrarch's , so as to be often little more than translations of the Italian poet . But Milton's Sonnets are truly his own in allusion , thought , and versification . Those of Sir Philip Sydney , who was a great transgressor in his way ...
... Petrarch's , so as to be often little more than translations of the Italian poet . But Milton's Sonnets are truly his own in allusion , thought , and versification . Those of Sir Philip Sydney , who was a great transgressor in his way ...
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... noble spirit , for there are still a few who dignify that deservedly un- happy country , -on hearing of their return . He would at first , per- haps like Petrarch when he thought he discovered a gleam 284 Letters on England .
... noble spirit , for there are still a few who dignify that deservedly un- happy country , -on hearing of their return . He would at first , per- haps like Petrarch when he thought he discovered a gleam 284 Letters on England .
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Page 415 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise...
Page 491 - 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.
Page 238 - Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Page 236 - 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.
Page 237 - LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining? Time will run On smoother, till Favonius reinspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun.
Page 551 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Page 236 - CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed...
Page 220 - God Almighty first planted a garden; and, indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures; it is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man; without which buildings and palaces are but gross handyworks...
Page 491 - This dish of meat is too good for any but Anglers, or very honest men ; and I trust, you will prove both, and therefore I have trusted you with this secret.
Page 237 - When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills and they To heaven.