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... hope of both dynasty and nation , had overleapt itself , and the Black Prince had preceded his father to the tomb . The good ship England ( so sang a contemporary poet ) was left without rudder or helm ; and in a king- dom full of ...
... hope of both dynasty and nation , had overleapt itself , and the Black Prince had preceded his father to the tomb . The good ship England ( so sang a contemporary poet ) was left without rudder or helm ; and in a king- dom full of ...
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... hope of a reform of the Church from within , and , defying the injunctions of foe and friend alike , entered upon a course of theolegical opposition , the popular influence of his followers must have tended to spread a theory admitting ...
... hope of a reform of the Church from within , and , defying the injunctions of foe and friend alike , entered upon a course of theolegical opposition , the popular influence of his followers must have tended to spread a theory admitting ...
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... hope such was not the case with the parish clerk , " the jolly Absalom " of the Miller's Tale . The love of gold had corrupted the acknowledged chief guardians of incor- ruptible treasures , even though few may have avowed this love as ...
... hope such was not the case with the parish clerk , " the jolly Absalom " of the Miller's Tale . The love of gold had corrupted the acknowledged chief guardians of incor- ruptible treasures , even though few may have avowed this love as ...
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... hope to understand more than partially and imperfectly . And it is this , taken together with the fact that he is the first English poet to read whom is to enjoy him , and that he garnished not only our lan- guage but our literature ...
... hope to understand more than partially and imperfectly . And it is this , taken together with the fact that he is the first English poet to read whom is to enjoy him , and that he garnished not only our lan- guage but our literature ...
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... hope- less passion , ends with the following declaration , addressed to Pity , as in a bill " or letter : - " " " This is to say : I will be yours for ever , Though ye me slay by Cruelty , your foe ; Yet shall my spirit nevermore ...
... hope- less passion , ends with the following declaration , addressed to Pity , as in a bill " or letter : - " " " This is to say : I will be yours for ever , Though ye me slay by Cruelty , your foe ; Yet shall my spirit nevermore ...
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Page 279 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he, who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Page 241 - 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.
Page 432 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary ! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more ; My Mary ! For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil The same kind office for me still, Thy sight now seconds not thy will, - My Mary ! But well thou play'dst the housewife's part; And all thy threads with magic art, Have wound themselves about this heart, My Mary...
Page 328 - Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom He pleases.
Page 185 - If music and sweet poetry agree, As they must needs, the sister and the brother, Then must the love be great "twixt thee and me, Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other. Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch Upon the lute doth ravish human sense ; Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such As, passing all conceit, needs no defence. Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound That Phoebus...
Page 407 - I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
Page 240 - ... coming to some maturity of years, and perceiving what tyranny had invaded the church, that he who would take orders must subscribe slave, and take an oath withal, which, unless he took with a conscience that would retch, he must either straight perjure, or split his faith ; I thought it better to prefer a blameless silence before the sacred office of speaking, bought and begun with servitude and forswearing.
Page 355 - To hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days, On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues...
Page 399 - Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear.
Page 435 - Adieu !" At length, his transient respite past. His comrades, who before Had heard his voice in every blast, Could catch the sound no more ; For then, by toil subdued, he drank The stifling wave, and then he sank. No poet wept him : but the page Of narrative sincere, That tells his name, his worth, his age. Is wet with Anson's tear i And tears by bards or heroes shed, Alike immortalize the dead.