The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volume 7Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1819 - English poetry |
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... fair Infant 297 On Time 300 At a solemn Music 301 On the Death of the Marchioness of Win- - 302 305 chester On May Morning MISCELLANIES . At a Vacation Exercise in the College 306 Epitaph on Shakspeare 310 On Hobson , the University ...
... fair Infant 297 On Time 300 At a solemn Music 301 On the Death of the Marchioness of Win- - 302 305 chester On May Morning MISCELLANIES . At a Vacation Exercise in the College 306 Epitaph on Shakspeare 310 On Hobson , the University ...
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... fair incognita , Milton travelled through every part of Italy , seeking her in all directions , but in vain . His poetic fervour became incessantly more and more heated by the idea which he had formed of his unknown admirer ; and it is ...
... fair incognita , Milton travelled through every part of Italy , seeking her in all directions , but in vain . His poetic fervour became incessantly more and more heated by the idea which he had formed of his unknown admirer ; and it is ...
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... fair , that his fellow students nicknamed him the Lady of Christ's College . ' If he re- 6 * Def . Sec . + Epist . ut sup . Dr. Anderson tells us , that his disorder was a gutta serena . Sir William Adams says , that it is sometimes ...
... fair , that his fellow students nicknamed him the Lady of Christ's College . ' If he re- 6 * Def . Sec . + Epist . ut sup . Dr. Anderson tells us , that his disorder was a gutta serena . Sir William Adams says , that it is sometimes ...
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... fair to try poetry with prose ; but our readers will acquit us of any wilful unfairness , when we mention , that Blackmore's Prince Arthur , another epic in ten books , was published thrice in two years , or more than ten times as often ...
... fair to try poetry with prose ; but our readers will acquit us of any wilful unfairness , when we mention , that Blackmore's Prince Arthur , another epic in ten books , was published thrice in two years , or more than ten times as often ...
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... fair empire won of earth and air , ) For this ill news I bring , the Woman's Seed , Destin'd to this , is late of Woman born . His birth to our just fear gave no small cause : But his growth now to youth's full flower , displaying All ...
... fair empire won of earth and air , ) For this ill news I bring , the Woman's Seed , Destin'd to this , is late of Woman born . His birth to our just fear gave no small cause : But his growth now to youth's full flower , displaying All ...
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Page 224 - Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
Page 287 - And, though the shady gloom Had given day her room, The sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head" for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlighten'd world no more should need ; He saw a greater sun appear Than his bright throne, or burning axle-tree, could bear.
Page 260 - Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing...
Page 288 - tis said) Before was never made, But when of old the sons of morning sung, While the Creator great His constellations set, And the well-balanced world on hinges hung ; And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.
Page 196 - Of bees' industrious murmur, oft invites To studious musing; there Ilissus rolls His whispering stream : within the walls then view The schools of ancient sages ; his, who bred Great Alexander to subdue the world, Lyceum there, and painted Stoa next...
Page 255 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 250 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears: "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As He pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Page 260 - There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast.
Page 262 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But O, sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower? Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek ! Or call up him that left...
Page 256 - Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures, Whilst the landscape round it measures ; Russet lawns and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim, with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide ; Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where, perhaps, some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.