Lectures on English Poetry: From the Reign of Edward the Third, to the Time of Burns and Cowper, Delivered at the Russell Institution, in 1827; with Miscellaneous Tales and Poems; Being the Literary Remains of the Late Henry Neele |
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... seen daily led to the scaffold ; and , among them , Surrey , the accom- plished Poet whom I have just mentioned . The barbarous feuds stirred up by political and pole- mical animosity , which now again deluged the nation with blood ...
... seen daily led to the scaffold ; and , among them , Surrey , the accom- plished Poet whom I have just mentioned . The barbarous feuds stirred up by political and pole- mical animosity , which now again deluged the nation with blood ...
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... discover it's bitter fruits , in treason , murder , and insanity . Then there is the Lady Constance , a Woman , a Mother , and a Princess ; seen in all the fearful vicissitudes of human life ; hoping , exulting , blessing 88 LECTURES ON.
... discover it's bitter fruits , in treason , murder , and insanity . Then there is the Lady Constance , a Woman , a Mother , and a Princess ; seen in all the fearful vicissitudes of human life ; hoping , exulting , blessing 88 LECTURES ON.
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... seen , and discovers itself in a sympathy for the unhappy King . The conversation of the Fool , on the contrary , is composed of scraps of old Songs and sayings , which he applies with bitter mirthfulness to the situation of his master ...
... seen , and discovers itself in a sympathy for the unhappy King . The conversation of the Fool , on the contrary , is composed of scraps of old Songs and sayings , which he applies with bitter mirthfulness to the situation of his master ...
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... seen but a bright lily grow Before rude hands have touch'd it ? Have you mark'd but the fall of the snow Before the soil hath smutch'd it ? Have you felt the wool of the beaver ? Or the swan's down , ever ? Or have smelt o ' the bud o ...
... seen but a bright lily grow Before rude hands have touch'd it ? Have you mark'd but the fall of the snow Before the soil hath smutch'd it ? Have you felt the wool of the beaver ? Or the swan's down , ever ? Or have smelt o ' the bud o ...
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... seen sweating to drive up His frighted horse , whom still the noise drove backward : And now had fierce Enyo , like a flame , Consumed all it could reach , and then itself ; Had not the fortune of the Commonwealth Come , Pallas - like ...
... seen sweating to drive up His frighted horse , whom still the noise drove backward : And now had fierce Enyo , like a flame , Consumed all it could reach , and then itself ; Had not the fortune of the Commonwealth Come , Pallas - like ...
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Page 70 - Noble madam, Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water.
Page 101 - As a sick girl. Ye gods ! it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone.
Page 202 - Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Page 368 - With saintly shout and solemn jubilee. Where the bright Seraphim in burning row Their loud uplifted angel-trumpets blow. And the Cherubic host in thousand quires Touch their immortal harps of golden wires. With those just spirits that wear victorious palms. Hymns devout and holy psalms Singing everlastingly: That we on earth with undiscording voice May rightly answer that melodious noise; As once we did.
Page 183 - This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve By his loved mansionry that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed The air is delicate.
Page 116 - Sheds itself through the face, As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain, all the good, of the elements
Page 33 - tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their colour fly ; And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, , Alas ! it cried, " Give me some drink, Titinius,
Page 203 - ... to-night, For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives.
Page 71 - Waller was smooth ; but Dryden taught to join The varying verse, the full resounding line, The long majestic march, and energy divine : Though still some traces of our rustic vein And splay-foot verse remain'd, and will remain.
Page 91 - A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i...