British Classical Authors. Select Specimens of the National Literature of England and America, with Biographical Sketches and an Historical Outline of English Literature. Poetry and ProseGeorge Westermann, 1885 |
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... gentleman of literary tastes , at Will's coffee - house , as a lad who had already composed some very good verses . name of Appius : But Appius reddens at each word you speak , And stares , tremendous with a threatening eye , Like some ...
... gentleman of literary tastes , at Will's coffee - house , as a lad who had already composed some very good verses . name of Appius : But Appius reddens at each word you speak , And stares , tremendous with a threatening eye , Like some ...
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... gentleman ; Will Wimble ; Will Honeycomb ; and , above all , the admirable Sir Roger de Coverley ; though all these portraits vastly gained by the finishing touches of Addison . The finest essays in the first seven volumes of the ...
... gentleman ; Will Wimble ; Will Honeycomb ; and , above all , the admirable Sir Roger de Coverley ; though all these portraits vastly gained by the finishing touches of Addison . The finest essays in the first seven volumes of the ...
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... gentleman , who was born in Dublin in 1740 , and died in 1818 , held for a time a post in the Ministry of War , and afterwards went as a member of the government of Bengal to India , where he fought a duel with the Governor- General ...
... gentleman , who was born in Dublin in 1740 , and died in 1818 , held for a time a post in the Ministry of War , and afterwards went as a member of the government of Bengal to India , where he fought a duel with the Governor- General ...
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... gentleman in Europe ' had heavy debts of his own to meet . At all events the Prince was severely enough punished for his tardiness by the following crushing lines of Moore in his stanzas on the death of Sheridan : No ! not for the ...
... gentleman in Europe ' had heavy debts of his own to meet . At all events the Prince was severely enough punished for his tardiness by the following crushing lines of Moore in his stanzas on the death of Sheridan : No ! not for the ...
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... gentleman , the miseries of dependence on the great ; and in her tales of fashionable life she satirizes severely the folly , falsehood and dissipation to be found in fashionable circles . Her entire works fill some twenty She rarely ...
... gentleman , the miseries of dependence on the great ; and in her tales of fashionable life she satirizes severely the folly , falsehood and dissipation to be found in fashionable circles . Her entire works fill some twenty She rarely ...
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Términos y frases comunes
appeared arms Ben Jonson blood Boling Bolingbroke breath called Calmar captain Charles Chaucer cried dark daughter dear death doth duke duke of Hereford earl earth England English eyes fair father Faulkl Faulkland fear fire gentleman Ghost give hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Hengo honour hope Jack Pickersgill Jacob Marley king lady land light live look Lord Malaprop ment mind Monmouth morning nature never night noble Northumberland o'er once Ossulton Pickersgill pleasure poem poet poor prince Queen replied Rich Rienzi round Scotland Scrooge Shakespeare Sir Lucius sleep soon soul spirit stood sweet sword tears tell thee thing thou thought Tiny Tim tion Twas uncle uncle Toby voice wild wind words young Zounds
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Página 273 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Página 600 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee.
Página 381 - All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and Heaven is overflowed.
Página 273 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Página 277 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, /And desolation saddens all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain, , And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Página 54 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Página 54 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause, till it come back to me.
Página 380 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock/beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Página 411 - Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my Heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn.
Página 600 - Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart — Go forth, under the open sky, and list To nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice...