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Page 92 - I think I have just occasion to complain of them, who because they understand Chaucer, would deprive the greater part of their countrymen of the same advantage, and hoard him up, as misers do their grandam gold, only to look on it themselves, and hinder others from making use of it. In sum, I seriously protest, that no man ever had, or can have, a greater veneration for Chaucer than myself. I have translated some part of his works, only that I might perpetuate his memory, or at least refresh it,...
Page 73 - But whither went his soul, let such relate Who search the secrets of the future state : Divines can say but what themselves believe ; Strong proofs they have, but not demonstrative ; For, were all plain, then all sides must agree, And faith itself be lost in certainty. To live uprightly, then, is sure the best ; To save ourselves, and not to damn the rest.
Page 47 - The balls of his broad eyes rolled in his head, And glared betwixt a yellow and a red; He looked a lion with a gloomy stare, And o'er his eyebrows hung his matted hair; Big-boned and large of limbs, with sinews strong, Broad-shouldered, and his arms were round and long.
Page 92 - Arcite, which is of the epic kind, and perhaps not much inferior to the Ilias or the JEneis: the story is more pleasing than either of them, the manners as perfect, the diction as poetical, the learning as deep and various, and the disposition full as artful : only it includes a greater length of time, as taking up seven years at least...
Page xvii - Turn'd only to the grove his horse's reins, The grove I named before ; and, lighted there, A woodbine garland sought to crown his hair ; Then turn'd his face against the rising day, And raised his voice to welcome in the May. — For thee, sweet month, the groves green liveries wear, If not the first, the fairest of the year : For thee the Graces lead the dancing hours, And Nature's ready pencil paints the flowers : When thy short reign is past, the feverish sun Tho sultry tropic fears, and moves...
Page 90 - He must have been a man of a most wonderful comprehensive nature, because, as it has been truly observed of him, he has taken into the compass of his Canterbury tales, the various manners and humours (as we now call them) of the whole English nation, in his age.
Page 90 - The matter and manner of their tales, and of their telling, are so suited to their different educations, humours and callings, that each of them would be improper in any other mouth. Even the grave and serious characters are distinguished by their several sorts of gravity.
Page 91 - But enough of this : there is such a variety of game springing up before me, that I am distracted in my choice, and know not which to follow. Tis sufficient to say, according to the proverb, that here is God's plenty.
Page 48 - Ruddy his lips, and fresh and fair his hue ; Some sprinkled freckles on his face were seen, Whose dusk set off the whiteness of the skin.
Page 63 - The herald ends ; the vaulted firmament With loud acclaims and vast applause is rent : Heaven guard a prince so gracious and so good, So just, and yet so provident of blood ! This was the general cry. The trumpets sound, And warlike symphony is heard around. The marching troops through Athens take their way, The great earl-marshal orders their array. The fair from high the passing pomp behold ; A rain of flowers is from the windows roll'd, The casements are with golden tissue spread, And horses...