Sketches of English Literature: With Considerations on the Spirit of the Times, Men, and Revolutions, Volume 1H. Colburn, 1836 - English literature |
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... existence , any more than silence expresses sound . Was there , towards the conclusion of the life of the Latin language , an idiom of tran- sition between it and the modern dialects , an idiom in general use on this side of the Alps ...
... existence , any more than silence expresses sound . Was there , towards the conclusion of the life of the Latin language , an idiom of tran- sition between it and the modern dialects , an idiom in general use on this side of the Alps ...
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... the uninterrupted existence of the golden age on the earth . And yet , in that same England of which we are treating , these strains resounded amid the invasion of the Romans , the Picts , the 14 INTRODUCTION . THE MIDDLE AGES.
... the uninterrupted existence of the golden age on the earth . And yet , in that same England of which we are treating , these strains resounded amid the invasion of the Romans , the Picts , the 14 INTRODUCTION . THE MIDDLE AGES.
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... existence of the parliaments or estates of those provinces which he united to the crown rather than aggregate them to the go- vernment of France . The provinces were also jealous of the maintenance of their own parlia- ments . St. Louis ...
... existence of the parliaments or estates of those provinces which he united to the crown rather than aggregate them to the go- vernment of France . The provinces were also jealous of the maintenance of their own parlia- ments . St. Louis ...
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... existence , there was , nevertheless , some uniformity between them in their common ca- pacity of representatives of their fellow - citizens ; and it is probable that the knights of shires , as well as the burgesses of towns , were ...
... existence , there was , nevertheless , some uniformity between them in their common ca- pacity of representatives of their fellow - citizens ; and it is probable that the knights of shires , as well as the burgesses of towns , were ...
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... existence . There can now be no difficulty in under- standing why , in 1789 , the third estate suddenly usurped power over the whole nation ; it had VOL . I. I seized all the high posts , secured all employ- ments POLITICAL LIBERTY . 113.
... existence . There can now be no difficulty in under- standing why , in 1789 , the third estate suddenly usurped power over the whole nation ; it had VOL . I. I seized all the high posts , secured all employ- ments POLITICAL LIBERTY . 113.
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Page 276 - I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that...
Page 276 - O Proserpina ! For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Page 315 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read 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.
Page 270 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east ; Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund Day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.
Page 314 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
Page 271 - Nor that is not the lark whose notes do beat The vaulty heaven so high above our heads. I have more care to stay than will to go. Come, death, and welcome ! Juliet wills it so. How is't, my soul ? Let's talk.
Page 276 - That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips and The crown imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack, To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend, To strew him o'er and o'er ! Flo.
Page 231 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took ; Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings, for such a tomb, would wish to die.
Page 314 - In me. thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west ; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Page 231 - What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones, The labour of an age in piled stones, Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of Fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.