The Quarterly Review, Band 49William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) John Murray, 1833 |
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... young divine ; he had already ventured on the press : his first work was a poem , called ' Echo , or the Unfortunate Lovers . ' His mind , as was too com ~ mon in those days of fierce religious strife , became unsettled , and more , of ...
... young divine ; he had already ventured on the press : his first work was a poem , called ' Echo , or the Unfortunate Lovers . ' His mind , as was too com ~ mon in those days of fierce religious strife , became unsettled , and more , of ...
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... Young Admiral , being free from oaths , prophaneness , or obsceaness , hath given mee much delight and satisfaction in the readinge , and may serve for a patterne to other poetts , not only for the bettring of maners and language , but ...
... Young Admiral , being free from oaths , prophaneness , or obsceaness , hath given mee much delight and satisfaction in the readinge , and may serve for a patterne to other poetts , not only for the bettring of maners and language , but ...
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... young Alvarez ' blood . Does not that sin Benumb thy arteries , and turn the guilty flowings To trembling jelly in thy veins ? -One little knot Of phlegm that clogs my stomach , and I've done ; - You have an uncle , called a Cardinal ...
... young Alvarez ' blood . Does not that sin Benumb thy arteries , and turn the guilty flowings To trembling jelly in thy veins ? -One little knot Of phlegm that clogs my stomach , and I've done ; - You have an uncle , called a Cardinal ...
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... young gentleman , and sung sweetly ; An you had heard him but the night before We were married , you would have sworn he had been A swan , and sung his own sad epitaph . But we'll talk o ' the Cardinal . Her . Would his death Might ...
... young gentleman , and sung sweetly ; An you had heard him but the night before We were married , you would have sworn he had been A swan , and sung his own sad epitaph . But we'll talk o ' the Cardinal . Her . Would his death Might ...
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... Young Admiral , ' the interest being serious and tragic , but the catastrophe without bloodshed . It is not easy to give a fair notion of these pieces , by extracting single speeches or even scenes . It is the general effect of the ...
... Young Admiral , ' the interest being serious and tragic , but the catastrophe without bloodshed . It is not easy to give a fair notion of these pieces , by extracting single speeches or even scenes . It is the general effect of the ...
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Seite 12 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against Fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Seite 12 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow; Then boast no more your mighty deeds! Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds. Your heads must come To the cold tomb: Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom...
Seite 193 - O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper ; I would not be mad ! — Enter Gentleman.
Seite 197 - Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Seite 197 - And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
Seite 194 - But I will punish home: No, I will weep no more. In such a night To shut me out! Pour on; I will endure. In such a night as this! O Regan, Goneril! Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all O, that way madness lies; let me shun that; No more of that.
Seite 351 - Who is like unto thee, O Lord, among the gods? who is like thee, glorious in holiness, fearful in praises, doing wonders?
Seite 194 - Thou'dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free The body's delicate; the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there.
Seite 460 - Soli eravamo e senza alcun sospetto. Per più fiate gli occhi ci sospinse Quella lettura, e scolorocci il viso; Ma solo un punto fu quel che ci vinse. Quando leggemmo il disiato riso Esser baciato da cotanto amante, Questi, che mai da me non fia diviso, La bocca mi baciò tutto tremante. Galeotto fu il libro e chi lo scrisse: Quel giorno più non vi leggemmo avante.
Seite 81 - By some strange chance we have never seen his first publication, which, if it at all resembles its younger brother, must be by this time so popular that any notice of it on our part would seem idle and presumptuous; but we gladly seize this opportunity of repairing an unintentional neglect, and of introducing to the admiration of our more sequestered readers a new prodigy of genius — another and a brighter star of that galaxy or milky way of poetry of which the lamented Keats was the harbinger;...