Biographical and Critical StudiesReeves and Turner and Bertram Dobell, 1896 - 483 strani |
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... epigram au pied de la We are told that three nearly drowned in the But we must not accept an lettre , as our neighbours say . times in his youth he was Seine ; and he certainly had a holy horror of fresh water ever after . While yet ...
... epigram au pied de la We are told that three nearly drowned in the But we must not accept an lettre , as our neighbours say . times in his youth he was Seine ; and he certainly had a holy horror of fresh water ever after . While yet ...
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... epigram au pied de la We are told that three nearly drowned in the lettre , as our neighbours say . times in his youth he was Seine ; and he certainly had a holy horror of fresh water ever after . While yet quite young he became ...
... epigram au pied de la We are told that three nearly drowned in the lettre , as our neighbours say . times in his youth he was Seine ; and he certainly had a holy horror of fresh water ever after . While yet quite young he became ...
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... epigram of Condé , thus translated by Mr. Besant- " That soldier fat and short , Renowned in story , The noble Count d'Harcourt , Brimful of glory , Who raised Cazal and took Turin , Is bailiff now to Mazarin . " At the head of foreign ...
... epigram of Condé , thus translated by Mr. Besant- " That soldier fat and short , Renowned in story , The noble Count d'Harcourt , Brimful of glory , Who raised Cazal and took Turin , Is bailiff now to Mazarin . " At the head of foreign ...
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... Epigram , on that really conscientious and able , if not great , leader . Can you try to imagine why , in 1643 , this good Lord Fairfax was still left on earth ? You might guess many times before you guessed the real reason — that is to ...
... Epigram , on that really conscientious and able , if not great , leader . Can you try to imagine why , in 1643 , this good Lord Fairfax was still left on earth ? You might guess many times before you guessed the real reason — that is to ...
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... epigram on D'Harcourt , did not feel equal to a combat in satire with a pro- fessional like Saint - Amant , or else thought such a combat beneath his dignity . He therefore took the dignified course of having our brave poet cudgelled on ...
... epigram on D'Harcourt , did not feel equal to a combat in satire with a pro- fessional like Saint - Amant , or else thought such a combat beneath his dignity . He therefore took the dignified course of having our brave poet cudgelled on ...
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Stran 229 - That light whose smile kindles the universe, That beauty in which all things work and move, That benediction which the eclipsing curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which, through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Stran 125 - Rome Sent forth, or since did from their ashes come. Triumph, my Britain ! thou hast one to show, To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe, He was not of an age, but for all time...
Stran 130 - Ah Ben! Say how or when Shall we, thy guests, Meet at those lyric feasts, Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun ; Where we such clusters had, As made us nobly wild, not mad ? And yet each verse of thine Out-did the meat, out-did the frolic wine.
Stran 117 - My conceit of his person was never increased toward him by his place, or honours: but I have and do reverence him, for the greatness that was only proper to himself, in that he seemed to me ever, by his work, one of the greatest men, and most worthy of admiration, that had been in many ages. In his adversity I ever prayed, that God would give him strength; for greatness he could not want.
Stran 121 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Stran 229 - ... bird; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move...
Stran 223 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Stran 355 - I STROVE with none, for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art; I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
Stran 124 - To draw no envy, SHAKESPEARE, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame ; While I confess thy writings to be such, As neither man, nor muse, can praise too much.
Stran 157 - He was perfumed like a milliner ; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and took't away again ; — Who therewith angry, when it next came there, Took it in snuff : — and still he smil'd and talk'd . And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by.