Geschichte der Poesie und Beredsamkeit seit dem Ende des dreizehnten Jahrhunderts: EnglandJ.F. Röwer, 1809 |
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allegorischen Ariost Balladen bekannt Beschreibung besonders Bouterwek's Charakter Chaucer Chaucer's Cowley Cowley's damals didaktische dieſer doth dramatischen einige England englis engliſchen englischen Dichter englischen Litteratur englischen Poesie englischen Theater englischer Sprache epischen Erfindung ersten Erzählung feine finden findet Fletcher Frankreich französischen ganze Gedichte Gefühl Geist Genie Ges dichte Geschichte Geschmack großen hath Heinrich VIII Hofe Hudibras Irland iſt Jahre John Jonson komischen König Königin konnte Kunst land läßt Leben lichen Lieder ließ lischen Lond love Lustspiele lyrischen Manier Milton Milton's muß Nahmen Nation neuen Orinda Phantasie Poesie und Beredsamkeit poetischen Prose Publicum Puritaner Redek Regierung Ritterromane romantischen Sammlung Satyre Scenen Schauspiele schen schottischen schottischer Sprache Schottland Scotifh sechzehnten Jahrhunderts ſein ſeine ſelbſt seyn Shakespear ſich Sidney ſie ſind Sonette Spenser Spenser's Stanzen Stelle Stücke Styl Surrey Talent thee Theil thou tragischen Trauerspiele vers Verse viel vorzüglich wahren Warton wenig Werke Werth whofe Zeitalter
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Page 250 - Is constant love deemed there but want of wit? Are beauties there as proud as here they be? Do they above love to be loved, and yet Those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess? Do they call virtue there, ungratefulness?
Page 468 - And yet on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book: who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye. Many a man lives a burden to the earth; but a good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.
Page 273 - Hymen, they do shout, That even to the heavens their shouting shrill Doth reach, and all the firmament doth fill, To which the people standing all about, As in approvance do thereto applaud And loud advaunce her laud, And evermore they Hymen, Hymen, sing That all the woods them answer and theyr eccho ring.
Page 465 - Only the poet, disdaining to be tied to any such subjection, lifted up with the vigour of his own invention, doth grow in effect into another nature, in making things either better than Nature bringeth forth, or, quite anew - forms such as never were in Nature...
Page 398 - I know frail beauty like the purple flower, To which one morn oft birth and death affords; That love a jarring is of minds...
Page 385 - Reach her, about must, and about must go; And what the hill's suddenness resists, win so; Yet strive so, that before age, death's twilight, Thy Soul rest, for none can work in that night. To will, implies delay, therefore now...
Page 264 - Disordred hong about his shoulders round, And hid his face; through which his hollow eyne Lookt deadly dull, and stared as astound; His raw-bone cheekes through penurie and pine, Were shronke into his jawes, as he did never dine. His garment nought but many ragged clouts, With thornes together pind and patched was, The which his naked sides he wrapt abouts...
Page 222 - Is as Elysium to a new-come soul: Not that I love the city or the men, But that it harbours him I hold so dear, The king, upon whose bosom let me die, And with the world be still at enmity.
Page 406 - ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined, Shall now my joyful temples bind; No monarch but would give his crown, His arms might do what this has done. It was my heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer, My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move! A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round!
Page 468 - ... and extraction of that living intellect that bred them. I know they are as lively, and as vigorously productive, as those fabulous dragon's teeth; and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men.