The Poetry and Poets of Britain: From Chaucer to Tennyson ; with Biographical Sketches, and a Rapid View of the Characteristic Attributes of Each |
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... born 1395 , died 1437 2222 From the Thrissle and the Rose From the Dance of the Seven Deadly Sins From The Golden Targe No treasure without gladness 2 8534 29 30 31 33 Earthly joy returns in pain • GAWAIN DOUGLAS , born 1474 , died 1522 ...
... born 1395 , died 1437 2222 From the Thrissle and the Rose From the Dance of the Seven Deadly Sins From The Golden Targe No treasure without gladness 2 8534 29 30 31 33 Earthly joy returns in pain • GAWAIN DOUGLAS , born 1474 , died 1522 ...
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... born 1490 ? died 1553 ? From The Complaint - Jamos Fifth's childhood Page From the Treatise of Humane Learn- ing - Imagination 69 Page 39 40 · From The Complaint of the Papingo- The Papingo's farewell 40 From the Treatise of Monarchy ...
... born 1490 ? died 1553 ? From The Complaint - Jamos Fifth's childhood Page From the Treatise of Humane Learn- ing - Imagination 69 Page 39 40 · From The Complaint of the Papingo- The Papingo's farewell 40 From the Treatise of Monarchy ...
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... born 1573 , died 1631 133 of the Ghost 116 Polonius counsels his son on his de- From Satire IV . 134 parture for travel 119 Hymn to Christ , at the Author's last Hamlet's Soliloquy on Death 120 going into Germany 136 Hamlet's Speech to ...
... born 1573 , died 1631 133 of the Ghost 116 Polonius counsels his son on his de- From Satire IV . 134 parture for travel 119 Hymn to Christ , at the Author's last Hamlet's Soliloquy on Death 120 going into Germany 136 Hamlet's Speech to ...
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... born 1590 , died 1645 168 On the Late Massacre in Piedmont Translation of Horace Odes , i . 5 . 221 222 From Britannia's Pastorals - A Night Scene 168 SAMUEL BUTLER , born 1612 , died 1680 222 ROBERT HERRICK , Sir Hudibras and his ...
... born 1590 , died 1645 168 On the Late Massacre in Piedmont Translation of Horace Odes , i . 5 . 221 222 From Britannia's Pastorals - A Night Scene 168 SAMUEL BUTLER , born 1612 , died 1680 222 ROBERT HERRICK , Sir Hudibras and his ...
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... born 1669 , died 1746 267 From The Grave 309 310 From Solomon - Solomon's Contem- plation of the Future State of the World JAMES THOMSON , 268 From Alma - The Stomach the Seat of the Soul born 1699 , died 1746 From Spring - Domestic ...
... born 1669 , died 1746 267 From The Grave 309 310 From Solomon - Solomon's Contem- plation of the Future State of the World JAMES THOMSON , 268 From Alma - The Stomach the Seat of the Soul born 1699 , died 1746 From Spring - Domestic ...
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Page 114 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them ? — To die, — to sleep, — No more ; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, — 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, — to sleep ; — To sleep ! perchance to dream : — ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come. When we have shuffled off this mortal...
Page 522 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we...
Page 103 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Page 114 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Page 103 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days : So full of dismal terror was the time.
Page 186 - Dove-like, sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine; what is low, raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.
Page 365 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Page 174 - For, if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back and fetch the age of gold; And speckled Vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould...
Page 242 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Page 200 - Though hard and rare : thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sovran vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.