Five Hundred Years of Chaucer Criticism and Allusion 1357-1900, Količina 1The University Press, 1925 |
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Stran cxxxv - Unto the general disposition ; As when some one peculiar quality Doth so possess a man, that it doth draw All his affects, his spirits, and his powers, In their confluctions, all to run one way, This may be truly said to be a humour.
Stran 280 - For this reason, though he must always be thought a great poet, he is no longer esteemed a good writer; and for ten impressions, which his works have had in so many successive years, yet at present a hundred books are scarcely purchased once a twelvemonth; for, as my last Lord Rochester said, though somewhat profanely, Not being of God, he could not stand.
Stran xliii - But ev'n those clouds at last adorn its way, Reflect new glories, and augment the day. Be thou the first true merit to befriend; His praise is lost, who stays till all commend.
Stran lxviii - Would that I Had but some portion of that mastery That from the rose-hung lanes of woody Kent Through these five hundred years such songs have sent To us, who, meshed within this smoky net Of unrejoicing labour, love them yet, And thou, O Master !—Yea, my Master still, Whatever feet have scaled Parnassus' hill. Since, like thy measures, clear, and sweet, and strong, Thames' stream scarce fettered bore the bream along Unto the bastioned bridge, his only chain.
Stran 276 - Milton was the poetical son of Spenser, and Mr. Waller of Fairfax, for we have our lineal descents and clans as well as other families.
Stran 270 - Long had our dull fore-fathers slept supine, Nor felt the raptures of the tuneful Nine; Till Chaucer first, a merry bard, arose, And many a story told in rhyme and prose. But age has rusted what the poet writ, Worn out his language, and obscur'd his wit: In vain he jests in his unpolish'd strain, And tries to make his readers laugh in vain.
Stran 286 - I think I have just occasion to complain of them, who because they understand Chaucer, would deprive the greater part of their countrymen of the same advantage, and hoard him up, as misers do their grandam gold, only to look on it themselves, and hinder others from making use of it. In sum, I seriously protest, that no man ever had, or can have, a greater veneration for Chaucer than myself.
Stran 284 - I dare not advance my opinion against the judgment of so great an author : but I think it fair, however, to leave the decision to the public : Mr. Cowley was too modest to set up for a dictator ; and being shocked perhaps with his old style, never examined into the depth of his good sense.
Stran 202 - Soul of the age! The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise: I will not lodge thee by Chaucer or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room; Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live, And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
Stran 279 - Would he think of inopem me copia fecit, and a dozen more of such expressions, poured on the neck of one another, and signifying all the same thing ? If this were wit, was this a time to be witty, when the poor wretch was in the agony of death? This is just John Littlewit, in Bartholomew Fair, who had a conceit (as he tells you) left him in his misery; a miserable conceit.