Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Volumen2W.H. Allen & Company, 1840 |
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... taste . In one hundred years were published only four editions of his plays , and now perhaps , next to the Bible , the exclusive copyright of these works would be more valuable than that of any other publication that has yet appeared ...
... taste . In one hundred years were published only four editions of his plays , and now perhaps , next to the Bible , the exclusive copyright of these works would be more valuable than that of any other publication that has yet appeared ...
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... taste and discrimina- tion of genius . Capel Lofft has ingeniously insisted on the per- fection of the sonnet construction , and its analogy to music ; and has remarked that it is somewhat curious that the two Guidi or Guittonni , both ...
... taste and discrimina- tion of genius . Capel Lofft has ingeniously insisted on the per- fection of the sonnet construction , and its analogy to music ; and has remarked that it is somewhat curious that the two Guidi or Guittonni , both ...
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... taste to a proper account . The sonnet is not adapted to all subjects , but to those only which may be treated in a small compass . A single senti- ment or principle may be expressed or illustrated within its narrow limits with ...
... taste to a proper account . The sonnet is not adapted to all subjects , but to those only which may be treated in a small compass . A single senti- ment or principle may be expressed or illustrated within its narrow limits with ...
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... taste . Leigh Hunt has well described Steevens as " an acute observer up to a certain point , but who could write like an idiot when he got beyond it . " As the chief merit of Shakespeare's fourteen - line stanzas does not consist in ...
... taste . Leigh Hunt has well described Steevens as " an acute observer up to a certain point , but who could write like an idiot when he got beyond it . " As the chief merit of Shakespeare's fourteen - line stanzas does not consist in ...
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... taste and sensibility . " No longer mourn for me when I am dead , Then you shall hear the sullen surly bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world , with vilest worms to dwell ; Nay if you read this line ...
... taste and sensibility . " No longer mourn for me when I am dead , Then you shall hear the sullen surly bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world , with vilest worms to dwell ; Nay if you read this line ...
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Página 159 - Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Página 10 - ... this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
Página 14 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Página 11 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
Página 179 - Where virtue is, these are more virtuous : Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt ; For she had eyes, and chose me. No, lago ; I'll see before I doubt ; when I doubt, prove ; And on the proof, there is no more but this, — Away at once with love or jealousy ! lago.
Página 25 - Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace. Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all triumphant splendour on my brow, But out, alack, he was but one hour mine; The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now. Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth; Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.
Página 214 - As Sir Roger is landlord to the whole congregation, he keeps them in very good order, and will suffer nobody to sleep in it besides himself; for if, by chance, he has been surprised into a short nap at sermon, upon recovering out of it he stands up and looks about him, and, if he sees anybody else nodding, either wakes them himself, or sends his servants to them.
Página 7 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Página 237 - And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart. Stay, stay with us ! — rest ; thou art weary and worn...
Página 9 - When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held...