Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Band 2W.H. Allen & Company, 1840 |
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... 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 . O if ( I say ) you look upon this verse , When I perhaps compounded am with clay , Do not so much as my ...
... 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 . O if ( I say ) you look upon this verse , When I perhaps compounded am with clay , Do not so much as my ...
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... hand . ” It has been erroneously asserted by many writers on Shakes- peare , that he was not conscious of his mighty faculties , and had no anticipation of his future fame . There are numerous passages , that are characterised by a ...
... hand . ” It has been erroneously asserted by many writers on Shakes- peare , that he was not conscious of his mighty faculties , and had no anticipation of his future fame . There are numerous passages , that are characterised by a ...
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... events masculine , but in the 20th sonnet the poet exclaims : " A woman's face , with nature's own hand painted , Hast thou , the master - mistress of my passion . " All tongues ( the voice of soul ) give thee E 2 SHAKESPEARE'S SONNETS .
... events masculine , but in the 20th sonnet the poet exclaims : " A woman's face , with nature's own hand painted , Hast thou , the master - mistress of my passion . " All tongues ( the voice of soul ) give thee E 2 SHAKESPEARE'S SONNETS .
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... hand Obeys , and proudly would my soul rejoice If the coy Muse were subject to my call As I to thine ; but , Lady , happier bards Than he who now would claim thy kind regards , Oft vainly at her sacred altars fall . Her mood is ...
... hand Obeys , and proudly would my soul rejoice If the coy Muse were subject to my call As I to thine ; but , Lady , happier bards Than he who now would claim thy kind regards , Oft vainly at her sacred altars fall . Her mood is ...
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... , On bright - winged visions flew the noon - tide hour ; While Fancy's hand those dear home - scenes pourtrayed Whose living charms I never more may see ! POETRY AND UTILITARIANISM . Prejudice apart , the game of [ 54 ]
... , On bright - winged visions flew the noon - tide hour ; While Fancy's hand those dear home - scenes pourtrayed Whose living charms I never more may see ! POETRY AND UTILITARIANISM . Prejudice apart , the game of [ 54 ]
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Addison admiration amongst Anna Seward appears beauty Ben Jonson breathe Byron Campbell character charm critic delight diction Don Quixote dramatic dreams Drummond Dryden English English language excellence exquisite Falstaff fame fancy feeling genius Grongar Hill hath Hazlitt heart human humour Iago imagination imitation India intellectual Italian Johnson language Leigh Hunt less literary literature living look Lord Lord Byron Massinger merit Milton mind Moore moral Muse nature never noble o'er object observed Othello passages passion perhaps Petrarch poems poet poet's poetical poetry Pope popular praise prose racter reader remarkable respect rhymes Roger de Coverley Sancho Sancho Panza says scene seems sense Shakespeare Shylock Sir Roger sonnets soul speak spirit stanza strange style sweet taste thee thine thing Thomas Moore thou thought tion Tory true truth uncle Toby verse vulgar words Wordsworth writer written
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Seite 193 - I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...
Seite 14 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Seite 191 - Tis not to make me jealous, To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well ; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous : Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt ; For she had eyes, and chose me. No, lago ; I'll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove; And, on the proof, there is no more but this, — Away at once with love or jealousy!
Seite 10 - ... 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. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
Seite 11 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
Seite 218 - I do remember him at Clement's Inn, like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring : when he was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife...
Seite 190 - I'd make a life of jealousy ; To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions ? No ! to be once in doubt, Is once to be resolved.
Seite 27 - Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace: Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But, out, alack!
Seite 226 - As Sir Roger is landlord to the whole congregation, he keeps them in very good order, and will suffer nobody to sleep in it besides himself; for if, by chance, he has been surprised into a short nap at sermon, upon recovering out of it he stands up and looks about him, and, if he sees anybody else nodding, either wakes them himself, or sends his servants to them.
Seite 27 - I'll read, his for his love." XXXIII Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.