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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... turn of thinking upon religion and politics , which he certainly in- herited from none of his ancestors . We learn , Milton's Nuncupative Will , & c . Todd , vol . i . + Aub . Ap . Godw . ut sup . p . 337 . p . 165 . Wood calls this the ...
... turn of thinking upon religion and politics , which he certainly in- herited from none of his ancestors . We learn , Milton's Nuncupative Will , & c . Todd , vol . i . + Aub . Ap . Godw . ut sup . p . 337 . p . 165 . Wood calls this the ...
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... turns his readers ; and , like all other epitaphs , makes the poet's monument proclaim the futility of its own erection . We have seen it stated , that Shakspeare was no very great favourite with Milton ; and , in Mr. Scott's Life of ...
... turns his readers ; and , like all other epitaphs , makes the poet's monument proclaim the futility of its own erection . We have seen it stated , that Shakspeare was no very great favourite with Milton ; and , in Mr. Scott's Life of ...
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... turn- ed his speculations into a different channel . ' About Whitsuntide it was , or a little after , ( says his ne- phew , ) that he took a journey into the country ; no- body about him certainly knowing the reason , or that it was any ...
... turn- ed his speculations into a different channel . ' About Whitsuntide it was , or a little after , ( says his ne- phew , ) that he took a journey into the country ; no- body about him certainly knowing the reason , or that it was any ...
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... turn is to hear what your own hand has earned you , that when you suffered this nameless hangman to cast into public such a spiteful con- tumely upon a name and person deserving of the church and state equally to yourself , and one who ...
... turn is to hear what your own hand has earned you , that when you suffered this nameless hangman to cast into public such a spiteful con- tumely upon a name and person deserving of the church and state equally to yourself , and one who ...
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... turn eastward towards Westminster . ' Ibid . p . 42. In the number for March 5th , an account is given of the dissentions in the army . Henry Martin and some others were struggling for the command ; insomuch that Ruby Nose drew his ...
... turn eastward towards Westminster . ' Ibid . p . 42. In the number for March 5th , an account is given of the dissentions in the army . Henry Martin and some others were struggling for the command ; insomuch that Ruby Nose drew his ...
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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.