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, Volume 1 |
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... seem to be made with much sense ; and , when he begins to versify , the historian disappears only by the addition of rhyme and stanza . In the first edi- tion of his Chronicle , printed in 1516 , by way of prologues to his seven books ...
... seem to be made with much sense ; and , when he begins to versify , the historian disappears only by the addition of rhyme and stanza . In the first edi- tion of his Chronicle , printed in 1516 , by way of prologues to his seven books ...
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... seems to have thought the dinners at Guildhall , and the pageantries of the City companies , more interesting transac- tions than our victories in France , and our struggles for public liberty at home . One of Fabyan's historical ...
... seems to have thought the dinners at Guildhall , and the pageantries of the City companies , more interesting transac- tions than our victories in France , and our struggles for public liberty at home . One of Fabyan's historical ...
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... seem , was in no great haste . The bookseller , at length , began to suspect Mon- sieur de Voltaire , and determined on making a personal application to the Earl . He , accordingly set out in a stage coach , and arrived at his Lord ...
... seem , was in no great haste . The bookseller , at length , began to suspect Mon- sieur de Voltaire , and determined on making a personal application to the Earl . He , accordingly set out in a stage coach , and arrived at his Lord ...
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... seems to have been , alike , the sport of fortune , and the dupe of his own discontented disposition and his perpetual pro- pensity to change of situation . He was born of an ancient family , about the year 1523 , at Rivenhall , in ...
... seems to have been , alike , the sport of fortune , and the dupe of his own discontented disposition and his perpetual pro- pensity to change of situation . He was born of an ancient family , about the year 1523 , at Rivenhall , in ...
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... seems to have thriven in no vocation . Fuller says , that his stone , which gathered no moss , was the stone of Sisyphus . His plough and his poetry were alike unprofitable . He was , by turns , a fiddler and a farmer , a grazier and a ...
... seems to have thriven in no vocation . Fuller says , that his stone , which gathered no moss , was the stone of Sisyphus . His plough and his poetry were alike unprofitable . He was , by turns , a fiddler and a farmer , a grazier and a ...
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Page 41 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust!
Page 132 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins ; Such harmony is in immortal souls...
Page 134 - And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures...
Page 110 - THEY made her a grave, too cold and damp " For a soul so warm and true ; " And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp *, " Where, all night long, by a fire-fly lamp,
Page 139 - Gibbon shall teach me how to dress 'em In terms select and terse ; Jones teach me modesty and Greek ; Smith, how to think; Burke, how to speak; And Beauclerk to converse.
Page 155 - English miles ; though the actual breadth is barely one. The rapidity of the current is such that no boat can row directly across ; and it may in some measure be estimated, from the circumstance of the whole distance being accomplished by one of the parties in an hour and five, and by the other in an hour and ten minutes. The water was extremely cold, from the melting of the mountain snows.
Page 134 - As we ascended the hill, the variety of beautiful objects, the agreeable stillness and natural simplicity of the whole scene, gave us the highest pleasure. We at length reached the spot whence Milton undoubtedly took most of his images; it is on the top of the hill, from which there is a most extensive prospect on all sides : the distant mountains that seemed to support the clouds, the villages and turrets, partly shaded...
Page 135 - ... description, but that it was a most exact and lively representation of nature. Thus will this fine passage, which has always been admired for its elegance, receive an additional beauty from its exactness. After we had walked, with a kind of poetical enthusiasm, over this enchanted ground, we returned to the village...
Page 43 - SHALL I like a hermit dwell On a rock or in a cell, Calling home the smallest part That is missing of my heart, To bestow it where I may Meet a rival every day ? If she undervalue me, What care I how fair she be...
Page 115 - Far in the bosom of the deep, O'er these wild shelves my watch I keep; A ruddy gem of changeful light, Bound on the dusky brow of night, The seaman bids my lustre hail, And scorns to strike his timorous. sail.