British Classical Authors. Select Specimens of the National Literature of England and America, with Biographical Sketches and an Historical Outline of English Literature. Poetry and ProseGeorge Westermann, 1885 |
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الصفحة xxxi
... voice is all these tuneful fools admire . conspire , This is precisely , he adds : -as some to church repair , Not for the doctrine , but the music there . The Essay on Criticism was fiercely assailed by the eccentric poet and critic ...
... voice is all these tuneful fools admire . conspire , This is precisely , he adds : -as some to church repair , Not for the doctrine , but the music there . The Essay on Criticism was fiercely assailed by the eccentric poet and critic ...
الصفحة xliv
... voice of God ! Which shook the nations through his lips , and blazed Till vanquish'd senates trembled as they praised . contains with a covert allusion to the French revolution and the high - flying pretensions of France to regenerate ...
... voice of God ! Which shook the nations through his lips , and blazed Till vanquish'd senates trembled as they praised . contains with a covert allusion to the French revolution and the high - flying pretensions of France to regenerate ...
الصفحة li
... voice rose ' like a stream of rich distilled perfumes , ' that he launched into his subject like an eagle dallying with the wind , ' and in the mind of his auditor realized the idea of St. John preaching in the wilderness - a very high ...
... voice rose ' like a stream of rich distilled perfumes , ' that he launched into his subject like an eagle dallying with the wind , ' and in the mind of his auditor realized the idea of St. John preaching in the wilderness - a very high ...
الصفحة 56
... - hatch'd unfledg'd comrade . Beware Of entrance to a quarrel ; but , being in , 10 Bear't , that th'opposer may beware of thee . Give every man thine ear , but few thy voice 56 SHAKESPEARE . Adversity Gold Sleep Paternal advice.
... - hatch'd unfledg'd comrade . Beware Of entrance to a quarrel ; but , being in , 10 Bear't , that th'opposer may beware of thee . Give every man thine ear , but few thy voice 56 SHAKESPEARE . Adversity Gold Sleep Paternal advice.
الصفحة 57
... voice . Take each man's censure , ( 1 ) but reserve thy judgment . Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy , But not express'd in fancy ; rich , not gaudy , For the apparel oft proclaims the man ; And they in France , of the best rank and ...
... voice . Take each man's censure , ( 1 ) but reserve thy judgment . Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy , But not express'd in fancy ; rich , not gaudy , For the apparel oft proclaims the man ; And they in France , of the best rank and ...
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
appeared arms Ben Jonson blood Boling Bolingbroke breath called Calmar captain Charles Chaucer cried dark daughter dear death doth duke duke of Hereford earl earth England English eyes fair father Faulkl Faulkland fear fire gentleman Ghost give hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Hengo honour hope Jack Pickersgill Jacob Marley king lady land light live look Lord Malaprop ment mind Monmouth morning nature never night noble Northumberland o'er once Ossulton Pickersgill pleasure poem poet poor prince Queen replied Rich Rienzi round Scotland Scrooge Shakespeare Sir Lucius sleep soon soul spirit stood sweet sword tears tell thee thing thou thought Tiny Tim tion Twas uncle uncle Toby voice wild wind words young Zounds
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الصفحة 273 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
الصفحة 600 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee.
الصفحة 381 - All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and Heaven is overflowed.
الصفحة 273 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
الصفحة 277 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, /And desolation saddens all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain, , And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
الصفحة 54 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
الصفحة 54 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause, till it come back to me.
الصفحة 380 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock/beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
الصفحة 411 - Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my Heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn.
الصفحة 600 - Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart — Go forth, under the open sky, and list To nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice...