The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, المجلد 7Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1819 |
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الصفحة 57
... present abuses , and patiently expecting the advent of better times . Officially , ' too , says the apologist , he had no concern but with the foreign politics of Cromwell ; and his foreign politics he for the most part approved.'§ This ...
... present abuses , and patiently expecting the advent of better times . Officially , ' too , says the apologist , he had no concern but with the foreign politics of Cromwell ; and his foreign politics he for the most part approved.'§ This ...
الصفحة 58
... present- ing Cromwell with a copy of his book . * He must have been less acquainted with the protector , than his opportunities of observation will suffer us to ad- mit , if he did not know , that Cromwell would proba- bly swallow all ...
... present- ing Cromwell with a copy of his book . * He must have been less acquainted with the protector , than his opportunities of observation will suffer us to ad- mit , if he did not know , that Cromwell would proba- bly swallow all ...
الصفحة 59
... present . Milton , ' says he , a poet of the most powerful , and , perhaps , the most indepen- dent mind that was ever given to a mere mortal , insulted with the appellation of a time - server ; and by whom ? by Warburton , whose ...
... present . Milton , ' says he , a poet of the most powerful , and , perhaps , the most indepen- dent mind that was ever given to a mere mortal , insulted with the appellation of a time - server ; and by whom ? by Warburton , whose ...
الصفحة 60
... present , however , the kingdom was in more con- fusion than ever . Monk would not tell the people , what he intended to do : he did not seem to know himself ; and , while the nation was in a state of the most anxious suspense , -while ...
... present , however , the kingdom was in more con- fusion than ever . Monk would not tell the people , what he intended to do : he did not seem to know himself ; and , while the nation was in a state of the most anxious suspense , -while ...
الصفحة 73
... present . Neither even so much as mention the name of Chris- * Todd , vol . i . pp . 181. 183 . 1 Aub . ap . Godw . p . 346 . Id . ibid . p . 174 . P. 178 . ++ Id . ibid . + Id . ibid . Todd , vol . i . pp : 178.181 . ** Id . ibid . p ...
... present . Neither even so much as mention the name of Chris- * Todd , vol . i . pp . 181. 183 . 1 Aub . ap . Godw . p . 346 . Id . ibid . p . 174 . P. 178 . ++ Id . ibid . + Id . ibid . Todd , vol . i . pp : 178.181 . ** Id . ibid . p ...
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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.