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... tion ; Sterne , the most subtle humorist since Shakespeare ; Goldsmith , in whom the sweet humanity of Chaucer finds its nearest parallel ; Cowper , the poet of Nature in her more do- mestic and familiar moods ; Johnson , whose brawny ...
... tion ; Sterne , the most subtle humorist since Shakespeare ; Goldsmith , in whom the sweet humanity of Chaucer finds its nearest parallel ; Cowper , the poet of Nature in her more do- mestic and familiar moods ; Johnson , whose brawny ...
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... tion , as when he writes to Mason in 1757 : " I can only tell you that one who has far more rea- son than you , I hope , will ever have to look on life with something worse than indifference , is yet no enemy to it , but can look ...
... tion , as when he writes to Mason in 1757 : " I can only tell you that one who has far more rea- son than you , I hope , will ever have to look on life with something worse than indifference , is yet no enemy to it , but can look ...
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... lived in London and its neighbourhood all their days . will run roaring and tumbling about like your tramontane torrents in the North ? " To Brown , in 1767 : " Pray that the Trent his hands . At first it took the tion , GRAY 31.
... lived in London and its neighbourhood all their days . will run roaring and tumbling about like your tramontane torrents in the North ? " To Brown , in 1767 : " Pray that the Trent his hands . At first it took the tion , GRAY 31.
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James Russell Lowell. his hands . At first it took the tion , as when he writes to M or we have ery br & * . Pumor har de ink , *** can only tell you that one wh son than you , I hope , will life with something wors yet no enemy to it ...
James Russell Lowell. his hands . At first it took the tion , as when he writes to M or we have ery br & * . Pumor har de ink , *** can only tell you that one wh son than you , I hope , will life with something wors yet no enemy to it ...
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... tion of the distinction between the language of poetry and of prose . It is almost certain that Coleridge learned from Gray his nicety in the use of vowel - sounds and the secret that in a verse it is the letter that giveth life quite ...
... tion of the distinction between the language of poetry and of prose . It is almost certain that Coleridge learned from Gray his nicety in the use of vowel - sounds and the secret that in a verse it is the letter that giveth life quite ...
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Page 182 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid ! heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life...
Page 207 - Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts, And every sweetness that inspired their hearts, Their minds, and muses on admired themes ; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit ; If these had made one poem's period, And all combined in beauty's worthiness, Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least, Which into words no virtue can...
Page 271 - There is no danger to a man, that knows What life and death is : there's not any law Exceeds his knowledge ; neither is it lawful That he should stoop to any other law : He goes before them, and commands them all, That to himself is a law rational.
Page 187 - Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee ; When thou art old there's grief enough for thee.
Page 211 - The reluctant pangs of abdicating royalty in Edward furnished hints, which Shakspeare scarcely improved in his Richard the Second ; and the death-scene of Marlowe's king moves pity and terror beyond any scene, ancient or modern, with which I am acquainted.
Page 222 - I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates; I'll have them read me strange philosophy And tell the secrets of all foreign kings...
Page 88 - But the Nightingale, another of my airy creatures, breathes such sweet loud music out of her little instrumental throat, that it might make mankind to think miracles are not ceased. He that at midnight, when the very labourer sleeps securely, should hear, as I have very often, the clear airs, the sweet descants, the natural rising and falling, the doubling and redoubling of her voice, might well be lifted above earth, and say...
Page 293 - Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother. Death, ere thou hast slain another Fair and learn'd and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Page 312 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Page 42 - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear And weep the more because I weep in vain.