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Términos y frases comunes
admirable ADOLPHUS WILLIAM anon beauty Ben Jonson Bunyan century character Charles Christian Church comedy court Cowley criticism diction Dictionary of National divine dramatic Earl Edinburgh Review English Language English Literature English Poetry English Poets English Prose Essays excellent fancy genius GEORGE grace HENRY Henry Vaughan History of England History of English Hobbes honour Hudibras humour imagination JAMES Jeremy Taylor John Bunyan John Dryden John Milton King Lands Letters language Latin learning less Letters lish literary Literature of Europe Lives Locke London Lord lyric Massinger ment merit mind moral National Biography nature ness never Paradise Lost passion perhaps PERSONAL philosopher Pilgrim's Progress play poems poetical poetry Pope praise Puritan reader SAINTSBURY SAMUEL satire seems sermons Shakespeare spirit style taste things THOMAS thought tion tragedy truth verse writings written wrote
Pasajes populares
Página 286 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Página 269 - I modestly but freely told him : and after some further discourse about it, I pleasantly said to him, Thou hast said much here of paradise lost, but what hast thou to say of paradise found...
Página 235 - I SING of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers, Of April, May, of June and July flowers...
Página 287 - Most musical of mourners, weep again! Lament anew, Urania! — He died, Who was the Sire of an immortal strain, Blind, old, and lonely, when his country's pride The priest, the slave, and the liberticide Trampled and mocked with many a loathed rite Of lust and blood; he went, unterrified, Into the gulf of death; but his clear Sprite Yet reigns o'er earth; the third among the sons of light.
Página 257 - That Majesty which through thy Work doth Reign Draws the Devout, deterring the Profane. And things divine thou treat'st of in such state As them preserves, and thee, inviolate. At once delight and horror on us seize, Thou sing'st with so much gravity and ease; And above human flight dost soar aloft With Plume so strong, so equal, and so soft. The Bird nam'd from that Paradise you sing So never flags, but always keeps on Wing.
Página 284 - THREE Poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpassed; The next in majesty •, In both the last. The force of Nature could no further go ; To make a third, she joined the former two.
Página 434 - Tis resolved, for Nature pleads that he " Should only rule who most resembles me. " Shadwell alone my perfect image bears, " Mature in dulness from his tender years ; " Shadwell alone of all my sons is he " Who stands confirmed in full stupidity. " The rest to some faint meaning make pretence, " But Shadwell never deviates into sense.
Página 279 - Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom He pleases.
Página 483 - True wit is nature to advantage drest; What oft was thought, but ne'er so well exprest.
Página 348 - THERE are no colours in the fairest sky So fair as these. The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an Angel's wing.