Censura Literaria: Containing Titles, Abstracts, and Opinions of Old English Books, with Original Disquisitions, Articles of Biography, and Other Literary Antiquities, Volume 1Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1815 |
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... a popular book in Shakespeare's time , 1 This Postscript , it must be recollected by the reader , relates to the contents of Volume I. as they stood in the first Edition . as he quotes several songs from it , only one.
... a popular book in Shakespeare's time , 1 This Postscript , it must be recollected by the reader , relates to the contents of Volume I. as they stood in the first Edition . as he quotes several songs from it , only one.
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... songs from it , only one copy and that wanting a leaf , now exists . Both the edi- tions of England's Helicon are of extreme value , more especially the first . Nor are these the only uncommon books , of which some account is given in ...
... songs from it , only one copy and that wanting a leaf , now exists . Both the edi- tions of England's Helicon are of extreme value , more especially the first . Nor are these the only uncommon books , of which some account is given in ...
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... song of Marlow " Come , live with me , and be my love , " who could have supposed a nation could have suddenly relapsed into such barbarism ? Even Carew and Lovelace , two of the best love - wri- ters of Charles the First's reign , are ...
... song of Marlow " Come , live with me , and be my love , " who could have supposed a nation could have suddenly relapsed into such barbarism ? Even Carew and Lovelace , two of the best love - wri- ters of Charles the First's reign , are ...
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... prove that the present age has not all the claims * The Editor has himself since reprinted Wither's Shepherd's Hunt- ing ; his Fidelia ; and his Hymns and Songs of the Church . 1815 . 1 to discovery in this science , to which it xxiv.
... prove that the present age has not all the claims * The Editor has himself since reprinted Wither's Shepherd's Hunt- ing ; his Fidelia ; and his Hymns and Songs of the Church . 1815 . 1 to discovery in this science , to which it xxiv.
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... Song , That they cannot create mankind anew ; And lift this mould of clay to that bright throng , Where angels none but heavenly aims pursue . " Tis no small praise , if they the mind refine , E'en with faint glimmerings of the ray ...
... Song , That they cannot create mankind anew ; And lift this mould of clay to that bright throng , Where angels none but heavenly aims pursue . " Tis no small praise , if they the mind refine , E'en with faint glimmerings of the ray ...
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Page xx - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village- Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Page 13 - To love them wele, for never a dele They love a man agayne : For...
Page xlv - There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart— It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is severed as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire.
Page 18 - Which is my heritage, I will you bring; and with a ring By way of marri-age I will you take, and lady make, As shortly as I can: Thus have ye won an earl-es son And not a banished man.
Page xlv - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumor of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more...
Page 175 - Her eyes are sapphires set in snow, Refining heaven by every wink; The gods do fear whenas they glow, And I do tremble when I think: Heigh ho, would she were mine! Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud That beautifies Aurora's face, Or like the silver crimson shroud That Phoebus' smiling looks doth grace: Heigh ho, fair Rosaline!
Page 16 - For, lyke as ye have sayed to me, In lyke wyse hardely Ye wolde answere whosoever it were, In way of company. It is sayd of olde, Sone hote, sone colde ; And so is a woman.
Page 175 - With orient pearl, with ruby red, With marble white, with sapphire blue Her body every way is fed, Yet soft in touch and sweet in view: Heigh ho, fair Rosaline! Nature herself her shape admires; The gods are wounded in her sight; And Love forsakes his heavenly fires And at her eyes his brand doth light: Heigh ho, would she were mine!
Page 236 - Wether pleasaunt, Drye, and not mysty, the wynde calme and styll, That after our houndes yournynge so meryly; Chasynge the dere ouer dale and hyll, In herynge we may folow, and to comfort the cry.
Page 15 - men ' many one : For in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone.