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... poet , had he not been confounded by the formerly ( and here and there still ) accepted date of Chaucer's birth , the year 1328. For the correctness of this date Tyrwhitt supposed the poet's tomb- stone in Westminster Abbey to be the ...
... poet , had he not been confounded by the formerly ( and here and there still ) accepted date of Chaucer's birth , the year 1328. For the correctness of this date Tyrwhitt supposed the poet's tomb- stone in Westminster Abbey to be the ...
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... poet speaking in his works furnishes for a knowledge of the times to which he belongs is inestimable ; for it shows us what has survived , as well as what was doomed to decay , in the life of the nation with which that mind was in ...
... poet speaking in his works furnishes for a knowledge of the times to which he belongs is inestimable ; for it shows us what has survived , as well as what was doomed to decay , in the life of the nation with which that mind was in ...
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... poet to read whom is to enjoy him , and that he garnished not only our lan- guage but our literature with blossoms still adorning them in vernal freshness which makes Chaucer's figure so unique a one in the gallery of our great English ...
... poet to read whom is to enjoy him , and that he garnished not only our lan- guage but our literature with blossoms still adorning them in vernal freshness which makes Chaucer's figure so unique a one in the gallery of our great English ...
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... poet , it was not courtship and marriage , but a hopeless and unrequited passion , which absorbed these years of his life . Cer- tain stanzas in which , as they think , he gave utterance to this passion are by them ascribed to one of ...
... poet , it was not courtship and marriage , but a hopeless and unrequited passion , which absorbed these years of his life . Cer- tain stanzas in which , as they think , he gave utterance to this passion are by them ascribed to one of ...
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... poet , when in search of materials on which to exercise a ready but as yet untrained hand , have so naturally turned as to French poetry , and in its domain whither so eagerly as to its universally acknowledged master - piece ? French ...
... poet , when in search of materials on which to exercise a ready but as yet untrained hand , have so naturally turned as to French poetry , and in its domain whither so eagerly as to its universally acknowledged master - piece ? French ...
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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.