The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Том 5Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... appears from the verses of Leonard Digges , that our author's monument was erected before the year 1623. It has been engraved by Vertue , and done in mezzotinto by Miller . " On his grave - stone underneath are these lines , in an ...
... appears from the verses of Leonard Digges , that our author's monument was erected before the year 1623. It has been engraved by Vertue , and done in mezzotinto by Miller . " On his grave - stone underneath are these lines , in an ...
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... appears to have originated with Anthony Wood , and it has been thought a presumption of its being true that , after careful examination , Mr. Thomas Warton was inclined to believe it . Mr. Steevens , however , treats it with the utmost ...
... appears to have originated with Anthony Wood , and it has been thought a presumption of its being true that , after careful examination , Mr. Thomas Warton was inclined to believe it . Mr. Steevens , however , treats it with the utmost ...
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... appear that he printed any one of his plays , and only eleven of them were printed in his lifetime . The reason assigned for this is , that he wrote them for a particular theatre , sold them to the managers when only an actor , reserved ...
... appear that he printed any one of his plays , and only eleven of them were printed in his lifetime . The reason assigned for this is , that he wrote them for a particular theatre , sold them to the managers when only an actor , reserved ...
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... appears to have taken for granted a degree of confidence with these two statesmen which he ought first to have proved . Shakspeare might have enjoyed the confidence of their social hours , but it is mere conjecture that " Mr. Malone's ...
... appears to have taken for granted a degree of confidence with these two statesmen which he ought first to have proved . Shakspeare might have enjoyed the confidence of their social hours , but it is mere conjecture that " Mr. Malone's ...
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... appears a pretty dimple : Love made those hollows , if himself were slain , He might be bury'd in a tomb so simple ; Foreknowing well , if there he came to lie , Why there love liv'd , and there he could not die . * The Sun that shines ...
... appears a pretty dimple : Love made those hollows , if himself were slain , He might be bury'd in a tomb so simple ; Foreknowing well , if there he came to lie , Why there love liv'd , and there he could not die . * The Sun that shines ...
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Стр. 46 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Стр. 56 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Стр. 69 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Стр. 451 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon and an English man-of-war. Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Стр. 198 - Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
Стр. 69 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Стр. 71 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither ! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i...
Стр. 55 - The forward violet thus did I chide ; — Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells, In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd.
Стр. 59 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad; Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
Стр. 55 - From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing, That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him: Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...