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Page 124
... Lord Brooke . This was a stately old relic from the beautiful days of Elizabeth , the last of all the clan that had sung her praises . He had been the bosom - friend of Sir Philip Sidney ; and he and Sir Edward Dyer , who had himself ...
... Lord Brooke . This was a stately old relic from the beautiful days of Elizabeth , the last of all the clan that had sung her praises . He had been the bosom - friend of Sir Philip Sidney ; and he and Sir Edward Dyer , who had himself ...
Page 126
... Lord Brooke , who was seventy - four years of age , lived in considerable state at Brooke House in Lon- don , with a little court of retainers around him . He had lately made a will , one of the witnesses to which had been a gentleman ...
... Lord Brooke , who was seventy - four years of age , lived in considerable state at Brooke House in Lon- don , with a little court of retainers around him . He had lately made a will , one of the witnesses to which had been a gentleman ...
Page 127
... Lord Brooke lingered for a month , and then died , on the 30th of September , and Davenant was once more thrown upon the world . He seems to have been taken up at Court , and to have thrown himself upon the stage as a profession ...
... Lord Brooke lingered for a month , and then died , on the 30th of September , and Davenant was once more thrown upon the world . He seems to have been taken up at Court , and to have thrown himself upon the stage as a profession ...
Page 128
... Lord Brooke read The Cruel Brother or Albovine , as it is possible that he did , there could be nothing in either the one or the other to please his severe and superex- quisite taste , and this may perhaps account for the petulance of ...
... Lord Brooke read The Cruel Brother or Albovine , as it is possible that he did , there could be nothing in either the one or the other to please his severe and superex- quisite taste , and this may perhaps account for the petulance of ...
Page 142
... Lord Brooke , belongs without doubt to the one class of literature which Voltaire said had no right to exist , the tiresome class . And yet there were hundreds of readers in its own age who did not find it dull . * Davenant's life was ...
... Lord Brooke , belongs without doubt to the one class of literature which Voltaire said had no right to exist , the tiresome class . And yet there were hundreds of readers in its own age who did not find it dull . * Davenant's life was ...
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Page 185 - To move, but doth, if th' other do. And though it in the centre sit, Yet when the other far doth roam, It leans, and hearkens after it, And grows erect as that comes home. Such wilt thou be to me, who must Like th...
Page 6 - ALL human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey. This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, young Was call'd to empire and had govern'd long, In prose and verse was owned without dispute Through all the realms of Nonsense absolute.
Page 91 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Page 136 - Thalaba and to the Curse of Kehama. As in the case of those shapeless Indian epics, so in that of Davenant's long-winded Lombardian heroic, there were not a few critics and lovers of poetry who refused to bow the knee to a poetical Baal so foreign to the imaginative tradition of the race. But to the public at large the one class of epic and the other were equally attractive for the moment. The strenuous didactic tone of morality, the emphatic wish to improve the condition and raise the dignity of...
Page 149 - Elisha-like (but with a wish much less, More fit thy greatness, and my littleness) Lo here I beg (I whom thou once didst prove So humble to esteem, so good to love) Not that thy spirit might on me doubled be, I ask but half thy mighty spirit for me ; And when my muse soars with so strong a wing, 'Twill learn of things divine, and first of thee to sing.
Page 4 - Could all this be forgotten ? Yes, a schism Nurtured by foppery and barbarism Made great Apollo blush for this his land. Men were thought wise who could not understand His glories; with a puling infant's force They sway'd about upon a rocking-horse, And thought it Pegasus.
Page 186 - But when the vigilant patrol Of stars walks round about the pole, Their leaves, that to the stalks are curled, Seem to their staves the ensigns furled.
Page 60 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Page 61 - ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined, Shall now my joyful temples bind; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer; My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
Page 4 - The morning precious: beauty was awake! Why were ye not awake? But ye were dead To things ye knew not of, — were closely wed To musty laws lined out with wretched rule And compass vile: so that ye taught a school Of dolts to smoothe, inlay, and clip, and fit, Till, like the certain wands of Jacob's wit, Their verses tallied.