Censura Literaria: Containing Titles, Abstracts, and Opinions of Old English Books, with Original Disquisitions, Articles of Biography, and Other Literary Antiquities, Band 2
Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1815
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Seite 117 - There is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies grow; A heavenly paradise is that place Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow. There cherries grow which none may buy, Till "Cherry ripe
Seite 302 - By a daisy, whose leaves spread, Shut when Titan goes to bed ; Or a shady bush or tree, She could more infuse in me, Than all nature's beauties can In some other wiser man. By her help I also now Make this churlish place allow Some things that may sweeten gladness, In the very gall of sadness. The dull loneness, the black shade, That these hanging vaults have made ; The strange music of the waves, Beating on these hollow caves...
Seite 300 - Twixt men's judgments and her light : But so much her power may do, That she can dissolve them too. If thy verse do bravely tower, As she makes wing she gets power ; Yet the higher she doth soar, She's affronted still the more : Till she to the high'st hath past, Then she rests with fame at last.
Seite 303 - The strange music of the waves Beating on these hollow caves, This black den which rocks emboss, Overgrown with eldest moss, The rude portals that give light More to terror than delight, This my chamber of neglect Walled about with disrespect, From all these and this dull air, — A fit object for despair, — She hath taught me, by her might, To draw comfort and delight.
Seite 17 - Avernus' crags, Sail on, pursue your honours to your graves. Heaven is a sacred covering for your heads, And every climate virtue's tabernacle. To arms, to arms, to honourable arms ! Hoist sails, weigh anchors up, plough up the seas With flying keels, plough up the land with swords. In God's name venture on ; and let me say To you, my mates, as Caesar said to his, Striving with Neptune's hills ; 'You bear,' quoth he, 'Caesar and Caesar's fortune in your ships.
Seite 183 - Love's Martyr, or Rosalin's Complaint, Allegorically shadowing the Truth of Love, in the constant Fate of
Seite 396 - THE Iliads of HOMER, Prince of Poets, never before in any language truly translated, with a Comment on some of his chief PlacesDone according to the Greek by GEORGE CHAPMAN, with Intro.
Seite 118 - Sweet violets, Love's Paradise, that spread Your gracious odours, which you couched bear Within your paly faces, Upon the gentle wing of some calm-breathing wind, That plays amidst the plain...
Seite 118 - Cherry ripe" themselves do cry. Her eyes like angels watch them still, Her brows like bended bows do stand, Threatening with piercing frowns to kill All that attempt, with eye or hand, Those sacred cherries to come nigh Till "Cherry ripe