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Mr. Wharton tells us , that the Arcades was acted by the persons of Lady Derby's
own family ; ' and Mr. Todd conjectures , that these persons could have been no
other than the same Lord Brackley , Mr. Thomas and Lady Alice Egerton , who ...
Mr. Wharton tells us , that the Arcades was acted by the persons of Lady Derby's
own family ; ' and Mr. Todd conjectures , that these persons could have been no
other than the same Lord Brackley , Mr. Thomas and Lady Alice Egerton , who ...
Page 58
The office of schoolmaster was comparatively mean : the gains were more
precarious : there could be no such thing as keeping a weekly table for the
reception of foreign ministers , and persons of learning ; ' and the difference
between the two ...
The office of schoolmaster was comparatively mean : the gains were more
precarious : there could be no such thing as keeping a weekly table for the
reception of foreign ministers , and persons of learning ; ' and the difference
between the two ...
Page 86
Dr. Johnson calls it a ' wild , unauthorized story ; ' and Mr. Mickle , in the preface
to his Lusiad , asserts , that the Adamo is a comedy , which nobody ever saw ; '
and that even some Italian literati declared their ignorance of any such person as
...
Dr. Johnson calls it a ' wild , unauthorized story ; ' and Mr. Mickle , in the preface
to his Lusiad , asserts , that the Adamo is a comedy , which nobody ever saw ; '
and that even some Italian literati declared their ignorance of any such person as
...
Page 103
Neither the proof nor finished sheets , he says , are subject to the inspection of
any person but the author , or the persons to whom he may confide them ; and
there is no evidence or probability , that any intimacy subsisted between sir John
...
Neither the proof nor finished sheets , he says , are subject to the inspection of
any person but the author , or the persons to whom he may confide them ; and
there is no evidence or probability , that any intimacy subsisted between sir John
...
Page 112
No person has ever undertaken to collect , in this manner , the evidences of
Blackmore's celebrity ; but we venture to say , that any diligent man shall get
together more persons , who spoke of him and his poems , in one year , than
have been ...
No person has ever undertaken to collect , in this manner , the evidences of
Blackmore's celebrity ; but we venture to say , that any diligent man shall get
together more persons , who spoke of him and his poems , in one year , than
have been ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.