The Outline of Literature, Volume 2John Drinkwater G. P. Putnam's Sons, 1923 - 1136 pagina's |
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Pagina 280
... JOHNSON AND HIS CIRCLE 519 " A vile melancholy " -Johnson's Dictionary - The Rambler- Rasselas The Lives of the Poets - Johnson's Talk - Oliver Goldsmith - The Traveller - The Citizen of the World - The Vicar of Wakefield - Edmund Burke ...
... JOHNSON AND HIS CIRCLE 519 " A vile melancholy " -Johnson's Dictionary - The Rambler- Rasselas The Lives of the Poets - Johnson's Talk - Oliver Goldsmith - The Traveller - The Citizen of the World - The Vicar of Wakefield - Edmund Burke ...
Pagina 351
John Drinkwater. XI SHAKESPEARE TO MILTON SPEARE TO MILTON ars before Dr. Johnson and his Literary 351.
John Drinkwater. XI SHAKESPEARE TO MILTON SPEARE TO MILTON ars before Dr. Johnson and his Literary 351.
Pagina 353
John Drinkwater. SPEARE TO MILTON ars before Dr. Johnson and his Literary Turk's Head in Gerrard Street , Soho , set of literary men met at the Mermaid Cheapside . Here , one might have met rlowe , Ben Jonson , Beaumont , Fletcher ...
John Drinkwater. SPEARE TO MILTON ars before Dr. Johnson and his Literary Turk's Head in Gerrard Street , Soho , set of literary men met at the Mermaid Cheapside . Here , one might have met rlowe , Ben Jonson , Beaumont , Fletcher ...
Pagina 373
... Johnson and Laurence Sterne were fervent admirers of the Anatomy , and it was one of Charles Lamb's enthusiasms . To him Robert Burton was a " fantastic great old man , " and in a letter written in 1821 Lamb says : " I am hanging over ...
... Johnson and Laurence Sterne were fervent admirers of the Anatomy , and it was one of Charles Lamb's enthusiasms . To him Robert Burton was a " fantastic great old man , " and in a letter written in 1821 Lamb says : " I am hanging over ...
Pagina 401
... Johnson's favourite books ; and Wordsworth wrote of them : The feather , whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men , Dropped from an Angel's wing . BIBLIOGRAPHY Izaak Walton's The Compleat Angler , in the ...
... Johnson's favourite books ; and Wordsworth wrote of them : The feather , whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men , Dropped from an Angel's wing . BIBLIOGRAPHY Izaak Walton's The Compleat Angler , in the ...
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Pagina 386 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt. Dispraise or blame, nothing but well and fair. And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Pagina 356 - I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine, But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, As giving it a hope that there It could not wither'd be ; But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me ; Since when it grows and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee.
Pagina 368 - Going to the Wars Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. 1 Imprisoned or caged. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Pagina 618 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, Are fresh and strong.
Pagina 349 - 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.
Pagina 382 - OF MAN'S first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful seat, Sing, Heavenly Muse...
Pagina 630 - What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears And watered heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Pagina 474 - And he gave it for his opinion, that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than the whole race of politicians put together.
Pagina 351 - If all the pens that ever poets held Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts, And every sweetness that inspired their hearts, Their minds and muses on admired themes; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein as in a mirror we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit; If these had made one poem's period...
Pagina 385 - How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year ! My hasting days fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.