A History of Eighteenth Century Literature (1600-1780).Macmillan and Company, 1889 - 415 من الصفحات |
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... Italy . Imaginative literature was undergoing a complete transformation in all parts of Europe . At the moment of deepest decadence it had reached very much the same position which it had reached , at various moments , in the complete ...
... Italy . Imaginative literature was undergoing a complete transformation in all parts of Europe . At the moment of deepest decadence it had reached very much the same position which it had reached , at various moments , in the complete ...
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... Italy had nourished . The taste for poetry , in the abstract , as a species of literature , retained its hold on the public even when the art had been despoiled of all its lyric and idyllic charms , of half its colour and its music ...
... Italy had nourished . The taste for poetry , in the abstract , as a species of literature , retained its hold on the public even when the art had been despoiled of all its lyric and idyllic charms , of half its colour and its music ...
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... Italy , which Mr. Courthope thinks the best of Addison's poems . It is It is very much in the manner of Waller . He was then writing his cold tragedy of Cato , and in 1704 he celebrated Marlborough's victory at Blen- heim in The ...
... Italy , which Mr. Courthope thinks the best of Addison's poems . It is It is very much in the manner of Waller . He was then writing his cold tragedy of Cato , and in 1704 he celebrated Marlborough's victory at Blen- heim in The ...
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... Italy , but cost much more in the country from whence it came ; and little did I think , when I bought it , that I should put it to such a use as this , though I had dressed my- self many times by the help of my little Turk , and ...
... Italy , but cost much more in the country from whence it came ; and little did I think , when I bought it , that I should put it to such a use as this , though I had dressed my- self many times by the help of my little Turk , and ...
الصفحة 188
... Italy he presented a copy of it to Swift with the words , " to the most agreeable companion , the truest friend , and the greatest genius of his age . " The three men were presently identified in the popular opinion in the publication ...
... Italy he presented a copy of it to Swift with the words , " to the most agreeable companion , the truest friend , and the greatest genius of his age . " The three men were presently identified in the popular opinion in the publication ...
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الصفحة 233 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
الصفحة 290 - The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind ; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it ; till I am solitary, and cannot impart it ; till I am known, and do not want it. I hope it is no very cynical asperity not to confess obligations where no benefit has been received, or to be unwilling that the public should consider me as owing that to a patron, which Providence has enabled me to do for myself.
الصفحة 223 - The fair profusion that o'erspreads the spring : Flings from the sun direct the flaming day; Feeds every creature; hurls the tempest forth; And, as on earth this grateful change revolves, With transport touches all the springs of life. Nature, attend! join every living soul, Beneath the spacious temple of the sky, In adoration join; and ardent raise One general song ! To Him, ye vocal gales, Breathe soft, whose spirit in your freshness breathes. Oh, talk of Him in solitary glooms Where o'er the rock...
الصفحة 289 - Seven years, my Lord, have now past, since I waited in your outward rooms, or was repulsed from your door; during which time I have been pushing on my work through difficulties, of which it is useless to complain, and have brought it, at last, to the verge of publication, without one act of assistance, one word of encouragement, or one smile of favour.
الصفحة 294 - The busy day, the peaceful night, Unfelt, uncounted, glided by: His frame was firm — his powers were bright, Though now his eightieth year was nigh. Then with no fiery throbbing pain, No cold gradations of decay, Death broke at once the vital chain, And freed his soul the nearest way.
الصفحة 236 - I do not remember to have gone ten paces without an exclamation that there was no restraining; not a precipice, not a torrent, not a cliff, but is pregnant with religion and poetry.
الصفحة 289 - Seven years, My Lord, have now passed since I waited in your outward rooms or was repulsed from your door, during which time I have been pushing on my work through difficulties of which it is useless to complain, and have brought it at last to the verge of publication without one act of assistance, one word of encouragement or one smile of favour. Such treatment I did not expect, for I never had a patron before.
الصفحة 121 - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast : There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow ; While angels with their silver wings o'ershade The ground, now sacred by thy reliques made.
الصفحة 60 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
الصفحة 125 - In vain ! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die. Religion blushing veils her sacred fires, And unawares morality expires. For public flame, nor private, dares to shine ; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine ! Lo ! thy dread empire, Chaos ! is restor'd ; Light dies before thy uncreating word ; Thy hand, great Anarch ! lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all.