The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, المجلد 7 |
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The slow sale and tardy reputation of this poem , ' says he , have been always mentioned as evidences of neglected merit , and the uncertainty of literary fame ; and inquiries have been made , and conjectures offered , about the causes ...
The slow sale and tardy reputation of this poem , ' says he , have been always mentioned as evidences of neglected merit , and the uncertainty of literary fame ; and inquiries have been made , and conjectures offered , about the causes ...
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... that his dramatic merits were never justly estimated , until his works were published by Rowe ; and that his cotemporary fame depended almost entirely upon those minor poems , which are now comparatively unknown .
... that his dramatic merits were never justly estimated , until his works were published by Rowe ; and that his cotemporary fame depended almost entirely upon those minor poems , which are now comparatively unknown .
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... but tasteful Atterbury , exerted his diligence in collecting subscribers ; and it was then , that five hundred Englishmen recorded their names as the zealous supporters of the fame of this great ornament of their native country .
... but tasteful Atterbury , exerted his diligence in collecting subscribers ; and it was then , that five hundred Englishmen recorded their names as the zealous supporters of the fame of this great ornament of their native country .
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This , says Mr. Godwin , is certainly a homage paid at the shrine of Milton's fame . It is not thus that an obscure and inglorious poet will ever be spoken of.'t We suppose , Du Burtas is a renowned and glorious poet ; and was , on that ...
This , says Mr. Godwin , is certainly a homage paid at the shrine of Milton's fame . It is not thus that an obscure and inglorious poet will ever be spoken of.'t We suppose , Du Burtas is a renowned and glorious poet ; and was , on that ...
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+ The poem had now been published nearly thirty years ; and yet , so little had it exalted the fame of the author , that Gildon can only speak of him under the epithet of Mr. Some of the other testimonies offend our ear in the same way ...
+ The poem had now been published nearly thirty years ; and yet , so little had it exalted the fame of the author , that Gildon can only speak of him under the epithet of Mr. Some of the other testimonies offend our ear in the same way ...
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الصفحة 262 - There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad, leaden, downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast.
الصفحة 259 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end, Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
الصفحة 264 - The immortal mind, that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook : And of those demons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet, or with element. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In scepter'd pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage.
الصفحة 265 - And, when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
الصفحة 257 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid...
الصفحة 310 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took ; Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings, for such a tomb, would wish to die.
الصفحة 288 - With her great master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour. Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow ; And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded that her maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
الصفحة 218 - Comus. The star that bids the shepherd fold Now the top of heaven doth hold; And the gilded car of Day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream: And the slope Sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east.
الصفحة 247 - But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly or I can run Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bowed welkin slow doth bend ; And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon.
الصفحة 292 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.