Lectures on the Dramatic Literature of the Age of Elizabeth: Delivered at the Surrey InstitutionJ. Warren, 1821 - 356 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 34
... flowers to live for ever in their verse : the movements of the human heart were not hid from them , for they had the same passions as we , only less disguised , and less sub- ject to controul . Deckar has given an admirable description ...
... flowers to live for ever in their verse : the movements of the human heart were not hid from them , for they had the same passions as we , only less disguised , and less sub- ject to controul . Deckar has given an admirable description ...
الصفحة 81
... flowers take delight To cast their modest odours ; when base lust , With all her powders , paintings , and best pride , Is but a fair house built by a ditch side . When I behold a glorious dangerous strumpet , Sparkling in beauty and ...
... flowers take delight To cast their modest odours ; when base lust , With all her powders , paintings , and best pride , Is but a fair house built by a ditch side . When I behold a glorious dangerous strumpet , Sparkling in beauty and ...
الصفحة 119
... admirable production . We find the simplicity of prose with the graces of poetry . The stalk grows out of the ground ; but the flowers spread their flaunting leaves in the air . The mixture of levity DECKAR , AND WEBSTER . 119.
... admirable production . We find the simplicity of prose with the graces of poetry . The stalk grows out of the ground ; but the flowers spread their flaunting leaves in the air . The mixture of levity DECKAR , AND WEBSTER . 119.
الصفحة 141
... flowers ! It cannot be denied that they are lyrical and descriptive poets of the first order ; every page of their writings is a florilegium : they are dramatic poets of the second class , in point of knowledge , variety , vivacity ...
... flowers ! It cannot be denied that they are lyrical and descriptive poets of the first order ; every page of their writings is a florilegium : they are dramatic poets of the second class , in point of knowledge , variety , vivacity ...
الصفحة 154
... flowers , following our vagrant fancies , or smit with the love of nature's works . In reading Milton's Comus , and most of his other works , we seem to be entering a lofty dome raised over our heads and ascending to the skies , and as ...
... flowers , following our vagrant fancies , or smit with the love of nature's works . In reading Milton's Comus , and most of his other works , we seem to be entering a lofty dome raised over our heads and ascending to the skies , and as ...
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الصفحة 29 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters : — To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
الصفحة 225 - But hail, thou goddess sage and holy, Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight...
الصفحة 225 - Fountain heads, and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan ! These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley, Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
الصفحة 299 - ... daily haunts us with dying mementos, and time that grows old in itself, bids us hope no long duration, diuturnity is a dream and folly of expectation.
الصفحة 312 - ... burial, and we shall perceive the distance to be very great and very strange. But so have I seen a rose newly springing from the clefts of its hood, and at first it was fair as the morning, and full with the dew of heaven as a lamb's fleece; but when a ruder breath had forced open its virgin modesty, and dismantled its too youthful and unripe retirements, it began to put on darkness, and to decline to softness and the symptoms of a sickly age; it bowed the head...
الصفحة 226 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
الصفحة 291 - Homer continued twenty-five hundred years, or more, without the loss of a syllable or letter; during which time infinite palaces, temples, castles, cities, have been decayed and demolished ? It is not possible to have the true pictures or statues of Cyrus, Alexander, Caesar, no nor of the kings or great personages of much later years; for the originals cannot last, and the copies cannot but lose of the life and truth.
الصفحة 55 - At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet...
الصفحة 253 - SOME ask'd me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say : But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia. Some ask'd how pearls did grow, and where ; Then spoke I to my girl, To part her lips, and show'd them there The quarelets of Pearl.
الصفحة 59 - Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise I will? 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.