Lectures on the English Poets: Delivered at the Surrey InstitutionThomas Dobson and Son, at the Stone house, no. 41, South Second Street. William Fry, printer., 1818 - English poetry - 331 pages |
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... Whan hunted is the lion or the bere , And hereth him come rushing in the greves , And breking bothe the boughes and the leves : " - or that still finer one of Constance , when she is condemned to death : - " Have ye not seen sometime a ...
... Whan hunted is the lion or the bere , And hereth him come rushing in the greves , And breking bothe the boughes and the leves : " - or that still finer one of Constance , when she is condemned to death : - " Have ye not seen sometime a ...
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... whan he rode , men mighte his bridel here , Gingeling in a whistling wind as clere , And eke as loude , as doth the chapell belle , Ther as this lord was keper of the celle . The reule of Seint Maure and of Seint Beneit , Because that ...
... whan he rode , men mighte his bridel here , Gingeling in a whistling wind as clere , And eke as loude , as doth the chapell belle , Ther as this lord was keper of the celle . The reule of Seint Maure and of Seint Beneit , Because that ...
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... whan that he wel dronken had the win , Than wold he speken no word but Latin . A fewe termes coude he , two or three , That he had lerned out of som decree ; No wonder is , he herd it all the day.- In danger hadde he at his owen gise ...
... whan that he wel dronken had the win , Than wold he speken no word but Latin . A fewe termes coude he , two or three , That he had lerned out of som decree ; No wonder is , he herd it all the day.- In danger hadde he at his owen gise ...
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... Whan he had eaten what he eat wold , So passing sweetly , that by manifold It was more pleasaunt than I coud deuise , And whan his song was ended in this wise , The nightingale with so merry a note Answered him , that all the wood rong ...
... Whan he had eaten what he eat wold , So passing sweetly , that by manifold It was more pleasaunt than I coud deuise , And whan his song was ended in this wise , The nightingale with so merry a note Answered him , that all the wood rong ...
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... Whan that Arcite to Thebes comen was , Ful oft a day he swelt and said Alas , For sene his lady shall he never mo . And shortly to concluden all his wo , So mochel sorwe hadde never creature , That is or shall be , while the world may ...
... Whan that Arcite to Thebes comen was , Ful oft a day he swelt and said Alas , For sene his lady shall he never mo . And shortly to concluden all his wo , So mochel sorwe hadde never creature , That is or shall be , while the world may ...
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Page 326 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted — ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder A dreary sea now flows between ; — But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Page 148 - He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
Page 143 - Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Page 227 - Unanxious for ourselves; and only wish, As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. At thirty man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan ; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought, Resolves, and re-resolves, then dies the same. And why? because he thinks himself immortal. All men think all men mortal, but themselves; Themselves, when some alarming shock of fate Strikes thro...
Page 226 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time ; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Page 326 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 264 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed ; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever ; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide ; The hour approaches Tarn maun ride ; That hour, o...
Page 130 - Others more mild, Retreated in a silent valley, sing With notes angelical to many a harp Their own heroic deeds and hapless fall By doom of battle ; and complain that fate ' Free virtue should enthrall to force or chance.
Page 114 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amorist or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite, nor to be obtained by the invocation of Dame Memory and her siren daughters...
Page 329 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind ; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be ; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering ; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.