Poetry and Poets: A Collection of the Choicest Anecdotes Relative to the Poets of Every Age and Nation. With Specimens of Their Works and Sketches of Their Biography, Volume 2Sherwood, Gilbert, & Piper, 1826 - 292 pages |
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... answered both their letters the same morning , and , in his hurry , misdirected them . When Lintot opened that which came to him , he found it begin , That Bernard Lintot is so great a Scoundrel , that , ' & c . It must have been very ...
... answered both their letters the same morning , and , in his hurry , misdirected them . When Lintot opened that which came to him , he found it begin , That Bernard Lintot is so great a Scoundrel , that , ' & c . It must have been very ...
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... answered , Husband , these are your funeral tears ; ' to which he made reply , Pray , therefore , spare your tears now , and I will be content that you shall laugh when I am dead . " " She survived her husband many years ; and some of ...
... answered , Husband , these are your funeral tears ; ' to which he made reply , Pray , therefore , spare your tears now , and I will be content that you shall laugh when I am dead . " " She survived her husband many years ; and some of ...
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... answer to a book intituled , " The Portraiture of His Sacred Majestie in his Solitudes and Sufferings ; " and also to a third book , intituled , " The Obstructors of Justice , " written by John Goodwin . " CHARLES R. 6 " Whereas John ...
... answer to a book intituled , " The Portraiture of His Sacred Majestie in his Solitudes and Sufferings ; " and also to a third book , intituled , " The Obstructors of Justice , " written by John Goodwin . " CHARLES R. 6 " Whereas John ...
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... own trade ; this must not be . You , gentlemen , " addressing himself to two or three who were in the par- may go to breakfast , but I will neither lour , 66 eat nor drink , until I have answered this fine POETRY AND POETS . 77.
... own trade ; this must not be . You , gentlemen , " addressing himself to two or three who were in the par- may go to breakfast , but I will neither lour , 66 eat nor drink , until I have answered this fine POETRY AND POETS . 77.
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... answered this fine compliment . " He retired to his room , and in less than half an hour , returned with the fol- lowing far superior lines , addressed to Colonel Malcolm : - " Bred ' mid the heaths and mountain swains , Rude Nature ...
... answered this fine compliment . " He retired to his room , and in less than half an hour , returned with the fol- lowing far superior lines , addressed to Colonel Malcolm : - " Bred ' mid the heaths and mountain swains , Rude Nature ...
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Page 153 - The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For, having lost but...
Page 255 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point...
Page 153 - But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.
Page 258 - There went up a smoke out of his nostrils, And fire out of his mouth devoured; Coals were kindled by it. He bowed the heavens also, and came down; And darkness was under his feet.
Page 243 - Nor yet quite deserted though lonely extended, For faithful in death, his mute favourite attended,' The much-loved remains of her master defended, And chased the hill-fox and the raven away. How long didst thou think that his silence was slumber ? When the wind waved his garment, how oft didst thou start?
Page 13 - Our Tragedies and Comedies (not without cause cried out against), observing rules neither of honest civility nor of skilful Poetry, excepting Gorboduc (again, I say, of those that I have seen), which notwithstanding, as it is full of stately speeches and well-sounding phrases, climbing to the height of Seneca's style, and as full of notable morality, which it doth most delightfully teach, and so obtain the very end of Poesy...
Page 244 - With scutcheons of silver the coffin is shielded, And pages stand mute by the canopied pall : Through the courts at deep midnight the torches are gleaming ; In the proudly arched chapel the banners are beaming ; Far adown the long aisle sacred music is streaming, Lamenting a chief of the people should fall.
Page 196 - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Page 229 - To answer your question as to Mr. Hughes ; what he wanted in genius, he made up as an honest man ; but he was of the class you think him.
Page 77 - The tent-ropes flapping lone I hear For twilight converse, arm in arm ; The jackal's shriek bursts on mine ear When mirth and music wont to charm. By Cherical's dark wandering streams, Where cane-tufts shadow all the wild, Sweet visions haunt my waking dreams...