Sketches of English Literature: With Considerations on the Spirit of the Times, Men, and Revolutions, Volume 1H. Colburn, 1837 |
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... thing - the present , the past , the future ; I digress hither and thither . When I meet with the middle ages , I talk of them ; ceived intelligence of the death of this friend of Sir Walter Scott's . when I run foul of the reformation ...
... thing - the present , the past , the future ; I digress hither and thither . When I meet with the middle ages , I talk of them ; ceived intelligence of the death of this friend of Sir Walter Scott's . when I run foul of the reformation ...
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... things they pass from literary criticism , lofty or familiar , to historical observations , narratives , portraits , and recollec- tions , general or personal . That I may not take any one by surprise , that the reader may know from the ...
... things they pass from literary criticism , lofty or familiar , to historical observations , narratives , portraits , and recollec- tions , general or personal . That I may not take any one by surprise , that the reader may know from the ...
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... thing , renders manners and institutions homo- geneous . The society of the middle ages was composed of the wrecks of a thousand other societies Roman civilization , nay , paganism it- self , had left their vestiges in it ; from the ...
... thing , renders manners and institutions homo- geneous . The society of the middle ages was composed of the wrecks of a thousand other societies Roman civilization , nay , paganism it- self , had left their vestiges in it ; from the ...
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... thing that we do now ; nay , their cookery pos- sessed refinements to which we at this day are utter strangers : Roman civilization had not perished in the kitchen . Among the dishes in the highest request , I find mention made of ...
... thing that we do now ; nay , their cookery pos- sessed refinements to which we at this day are utter strangers : Roman civilization had not perished in the kitchen . Among the dishes in the highest request , I find mention made of ...
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... the royal roads . It was the vassals of the feudal lords who cut the infinite multitude of cross - roads by which the country is intersected . These were the times of the marvellous in D 2 every thing . The almoner , the monk , the Manners.
... the royal roads . It was the vassals of the feudal lords who cut the infinite multitude of cross - roads by which the country is intersected . These were the times of the marvellous in D 2 every thing . The almoner , the monk , the Manners.
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Page 272 - There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke ; When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook.
Page 274 - O Proserpina ! For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Page 313 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Page 268 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east ; Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund Day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.
Page 312 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
Page 274 - That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips and The crown imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack, To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend, To strew him o'er and o'er ! Flo.
Page 229 - 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...
Page 274 - What you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever: when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so; and for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, and own No other function.
Page 272 - Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples, That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them...
Page 312 - In me. thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west ; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.