Poetry and Poets: A Collection of the Choicest Anecdotes Relative to the Poets of Every Age and Nation. With Specimens of Their Works and Sketches of Their Biography, 3. köideSherwood, Gilbert, & Piper, 1826 - 305 pages |
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... o'er his brow of azure mix'd with white , I guess ' twas wreath'd by Zara , whom he will wed to - night . Rise up , rise up , Xarifa , lay the golden cushion down , Rise up , come to the window , and gaze with all the Town . 1 III ...
... o'er his brow of azure mix'd with white , I guess ' twas wreath'd by Zara , whom he will wed to - night . Rise up , rise up , Xarifa , lay the golden cushion down , Rise up , come to the window , and gaze with all the Town . 1 III ...
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... the fountain all alone , And that my mind was o'er the sea , when from my hand they fell , And that deep his love lies in my heart , as they lie in the well . " DEATH OF LORD BYRON . THE following very affecting letter 38 POETRY AND POETS .
... the fountain all alone , And that my mind was o'er the sea , when from my hand they fell , And that deep his love lies in my heart , as they lie in the well . " DEATH OF LORD BYRON . THE following very affecting letter 38 POETRY AND POETS .
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... o'er thy rest ! Thou that beneath its crowning foliage sleepest , And , in the stillness of thy Country's breast , Thy place of memory , as an altar , keepest ! Brightly thy spirit o'er her hills was pour'd , Thou of the Lyre and Sword ...
... o'er thy rest ! Thou that beneath its crowning foliage sleepest , And , in the stillness of thy Country's breast , Thy place of memory , as an altar , keepest ! Brightly thy spirit o'er her hills was pour'd , Thou of the Lyre and Sword ...
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... o'er thy burial - rite ; On thy crown'd bier to slumber , warriors bore thee , And with true hearts thy brethren of the fight Wept as they vail'd their drooping banners o'er thee ; And the deep guns with rolling peals gave token , That ...
... o'er thy burial - rite ; On thy crown'd bier to slumber , warriors bore thee , And with true hearts thy brethren of the fight Wept as they vail'd their drooping banners o'er thee ; And the deep guns with rolling peals gave token , That ...
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... o'er , It answer'd hers no more ! The Earth grew silent when thy voice departed , The Home too lonely whence thy step had filed ; What then was left for her , the faithful - hearted ? Death , death , to still the yearning for the dead ...
... o'er , It answer'd hers no more ! The Earth grew silent when thy voice departed , The Home too lonely whence thy step had filed ; What then was left for her , the faithful - hearted ? Death , death , to still the yearning for the dead ...
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Page 110 - Many were the wit-combats betwixt him and Ben Jonson, which two I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning ; solid, but slow in his performances. Shakespeare...
Page 172 - IN going to my naked bed, as one that would have slept, I heard a wife sing to her child, that long before had wept. She sighed sore, and sang full sweet, to bring the babe to rest, That would not cease, but cried still, in sucking at her breast.
Page 110 - English man-ofwar, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Page 166 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Page 88 - HAPPY is England ! I could be content To see no other verdure than its own ; To feel no other breezes than are blown Through its tall woods with high romances blent : Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment
Page 250 - What things have we seen Done at the ' Mermaid ? ' Heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life. Then, when there hath been thrown Wit able enough to justify the town For three days past — wit that might warrant be For the whole city to talk foolishly Till that were cancelled ; and when that was gone, We left an air behind us, which...
Page 240 - One day as the king was walking in the Mall, and talking with Dryden, he said, ' If I was a poet, (and I think I am poor enough to be one,) I would write a poem on such a subject in the following manner,' and then gave him the plan for it.
Page 39 - You must have heard," he says, " that I am going to Greece — why do you not come to me ? I can do nothing without you, and am exceedingly anxious to see you. Pray, come, for I am at last determined to go to Greece : — it is the only place I was ever contented in. I am serious ; and did not write before, as I might have given you a journey for nothing. They all say I can be of use to Greece ; I do not know how — nor do they ; but, at all events, let us go.
Page 157 - In the first it is like a rich soil in a happy climate, that produces a whole wilderness of noble plants, rising in a thousand beautiful landscapes, without any certain order or regularity. In the other it is the same rich soil under the same happy climate, that has been laid out in walks and parterres, and cut into shape and beauty by the skill of the gardener.
Page 274 - All you need do (says he) is to leave them just as they are; call on Lord Halifax two or three months hence, thank him for his kind observations on those passages, and then read them to him as altered. I have known him much longer than you have, and will be answerable for the event.