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Σελίδα 61 - At court, who hates whate'er he read at school. But for the wits of either Charles's days, The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease ; Sprat, Carew, Sedley, and a hundred more, (Like twinkling stars the miscellanies o'er) One simile, that solitary shines In the dry desert of a thousand lines, Or lengthen'd thought that gleams through many a page, Has sanctified whole poems for an age.
Σελίδα 34 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Σελίδα 98 - GREAT is thy charge, O North! be wise and just, England commits her Falkland to thy trust; Return him safe; Learning would rather choose Her Bodley or her Vatican to lose : All things that are but writ or printed there, In his unbounded breast engraven are.
Σελίδα 35 - About the beginning of the seventeenth century appeared a race of writers that may be termed the metaphysical poets, of whom, in a criticism on the works of Cowley, it is not improper to give some account.
Σελίδα 63 - And Therefore the wits of the town came thither; 'Twas strange to see how they flocked together, Each strongly confident of his own way, Thought to gain the laurel away that day.
Σελίδα 163 - O Pallas ! thou hast fail'd thy plighted word, To fight with caution, not to tempt the sword : I warn'd thee, but in vain ; for well I knew What perils youthful ardour would pursue ; That boiling blood would carry thee too far, Young as thou wert in dangers, raw to war ! O curst essay of arms, disastrous doom, Prelude of bloody fields and fights to come...
Σελίδα 135 - Falkland feared that, if he took office, the king would require a submission which he could not give. He feared, too, and to a man of his high spirit this thought was most galling, that his previous opposition to the court might be...
Σελίδα 75 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon and an English man-of-war. Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, 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.
Σελίδα 97 - Ah ! noble friend ! with what impatience all That know thy worth, and know how prodigal Of thy great soul thou art (longing to twist Bays with that ivy which so early...
Σελίδα 163 - Oppress'd with numbers in th' unequal field, His men discourag'd, and himself expell'd, Let him for succour sue from place to place, Torn from his subjects, and his son's embrace. First let him see his friends in battle slain, And their untimely fate lament in vain: And when, at length, the cruel war shall cease, On hard conditions may he buy his peace: Nor let him then enjoy supreme command; But fall, untimely, by some hostile hand, And lie unbury'd on the barren sand!