Biographical and Critical StudiesReeves and Turner and B. Dobell, 1896 - 483 strani |
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... beautiful , child - like Old French of the Romances was gone , the modern French was slowly forming and still in a half - chaotic state , every one doing with it that which was right in his own eyes . Rabelais ' exuberance of mere words ...
... beautiful , child - like Old French of the Romances was gone , the modern French was slowly forming and still in a half - chaotic state , every one doing with it that which was right in his own eyes . Rabelais ' exuberance of mere words ...
Stran 42
... beautiful women freely mingled , where marriage was honourable , where the only regulation was to have no regulation at all : " In their rule there was but this clause- ' DO WHAT THOU WILT . ' " It may be here remarked that though his ...
... beautiful women freely mingled , where marriage was honourable , where the only regulation was to have no regulation at all : " In their rule there was but this clause- ' DO WHAT THOU WILT . ' " It may be here remarked that though his ...
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... beautiful eye , beyond hope of recovery ; and I believe , God not aiding , that at last I shall lose here all my wits . " These are broad general charges , but he has emphasised one of them in another poem . Having on a certain occasion ...
... beautiful eye , beyond hope of recovery ; and I believe , God not aiding , that at last I shall lose here all my wits . " These are broad general charges , but he has emphasised one of them in another poem . Having on a certain occasion ...
Stran 59
... beautiful , witty , and adventurous , and was more or less involved in the conspiracy against Richelieu headed by her lover , Cinq - Mars . In 1645 she accepted the hand of Ladislas Sigismund , King of SAINT - AMANT 59.
... beautiful , witty , and adventurous , and was more or less involved in the conspiracy against Richelieu headed by her lover , Cinq - Mars . In 1645 she accepted the hand of Ladislas Sigismund , King of SAINT - AMANT 59.
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... beautiful and power- ful arms , I should not have been able to parry the stroke of misfortune . I ran risk of my life , and the ' Moses Saved ' would have been Moses lost . " He goes on to tell how he tried to refashion and complete the ...
... beautiful and power- ful arms , I should not have been able to parry the stroke of misfortune . I ran risk of my life , and the ' Moses Saved ' would have been Moses lost . " He goes on to tell how he tried to refashion and complete the ...
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Stran 287 - 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 153 - 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 158 - 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 141 - 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 147 - 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 457 - 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 287 - ... 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 281 - 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 137 - Weep with me, all you that read This little story; And know, for whom a tear you shed Death's self is sorry. Twas a child that so did thrive In grace and feature, As heaven and nature seemed to strive Which owned the creature.
Stran 152 - 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.