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... copy of verses in the conventional French distich has been attributed to Malherbe . Of the * The lines , addressed to Mme . de Rambouillet , which were inserted in the letter from Malherbe , published in Le Recueil de Lettres nouvelles ...
... copy of verses in the conventional French distich has been attributed to Malherbe . Of the * The lines , addressed to Mme . de Rambouillet , which were inserted in the letter from Malherbe , published in Le Recueil de Lettres nouvelles ...
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... copy of verses on her ladyship's eyebrow . They were good , vastly good ! See to it that thou write no more . Such compliments were not encouraging to unfledged versemen , and whether from this or some other reason , the imprint 162 ...
... copy of verses on her ladyship's eyebrow . They were good , vastly good ! See to it that thou write no more . Such compliments were not encouraging to unfledged versemen , and whether from this or some other reason , the imprint 162 ...
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... copy some twelve years ago . Well , the editor and fondest admirer of Cyril Tour- neur admits that the excessive obscurity of the Transformed Metamorphosis " arises as much from the abnormal and grotesque mould in which the whole poem ...
... copy some twelve years ago . Well , the editor and fondest admirer of Cyril Tour- neur admits that the excessive obscurity of the Transformed Metamorphosis " arises as much from the abnormal and grotesque mould in which the whole poem ...
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... copy of verses are all that are left to us of this earliest period of Waller's career . The copy of verses is so poor and tiresome that I should despair of interesting my readers in it , if it were not understood that in the course of ...
... copy of verses are all that are left to us of this earliest period of Waller's career . The copy of verses is so poor and tiresome that I should despair of interesting my readers in it , if it were not understood that in the course of ...
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... copy of verses " To the King on his Navy , " in distichs as correct and monot- onous as any that he composed to the day of his death ; in thirty - two lines we find but one overflow . * * " Where'er thy Navy spreads her canvas wings ...
... copy of verses " To the King on his Navy , " in distichs as correct and monot- onous as any that he composed to the day of his death ; in thirty - two lines we find but one overflow . * * " Where'er thy Navy spreads her canvas wings ...
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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.