A short sketch of the literature of England under queen Anne. (Wiss. Beilage zum Progr., Luisensch.).1883 |
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... London , who in their gilt saloons , adorned with china monsters , sipped tea , played with their fan or their lapdog and listened over their shoulder to the fashionable talk , the amusing scandal , the polite sneer of fine lords in ...
... London , who in their gilt saloons , adorned with china monsters , sipped tea , played with their fan or their lapdog and listened over their shoulder to the fashionable talk , the amusing scandal , the polite sneer of fine lords in ...
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... London , who retired from business in the year in which his famous son was born and settled in the country near Windsor . The child grew up in the sylvan solitude of Windsor forest . Being sickly and deformed from his birth he was cut ...
... London , who retired from business in the year in which his famous son was born and settled in the country near Windsor . The child grew up in the sylvan solitude of Windsor forest . Being sickly and deformed from his birth he was cut ...
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... London , the centre of an admiring circle poets and statesmen . As a Roman catholic he felt naturally a stronger attraction to the Tori who favoured the restoration of the Stuarts than to the whigs and the partisans of the protesta ...
... London , the centre of an admiring circle poets and statesmen . As a Roman catholic he felt naturally a stronger attraction to the Tori who favoured the restoration of the Stuarts than to the whigs and the partisans of the protesta ...
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... London . This persecution added to the violence of his literary feuds shook his wretched frame and in the year 1744 his spirit escaped at last from that miserable body which had been its prison , not its home . He was the poet of an ...
... London . This persecution added to the violence of his literary feuds shook his wretched frame and in the year 1744 his spirit escaped at last from that miserable body which had been its prison , not its home . He was the poet of an ...
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... London , Swift followed him . At last he had found the proper arena for his talent , and he arrived at the moment when owing to the intensity of party strife , literary talent was in great request . Old associations which he had formed ...
... London , Swift followed him . At last he had found the proper arena for his talent , and he arrived at the moment when owing to the intensity of party strife , literary talent was in great request . Old associations which he had formed ...
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Page 14 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike...
Page 12 - The little engine on his fingers' ends; This just behind Belinda's neck he spread, As o'er the fragrant steams she bends her head. Swift to the lock a thousand sprites repair...
Page 15 - Created half to rise and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled ; The glory, jest, and riddle of the world ! Go, wondrous creature!
Page 19 - He gave the little wealth he had, To build a house for fools and mad: And showed by one satiric touch, No nation wanted it so much: That kingdom he hath left his debtor, I wish it soon may have a better.
Page 22 - It was said of Socrates, that he brought Philosophy down from Heaven to inhabit among Men ; and I shall be ambitious to have it said of me, that I have brought Philosophy out of Closets and Libraries, Schools and Colleges, to dwell in Clubs and Assemblies, at Tea-tables, and in Coffee-houses.
Page 21 - Inspired repulsed battalions to engage, And taught the doubtful battle where to rage. So when an angel, by divine command, With rising tempests shakes a guilty land (Such as of late o'er pale Britannia passed), Calm and serene he drives the furious blast; And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.
Page 15 - With too much weakness for the stoic's pride, He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest; In doubt to deem himself a god, or beast...
Page 19 - Thus much may serve by way of proem: Proceed we therefore to our poem. The time is not remote, when I Must by the course of nature...
Page 12 - See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings: Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground. Ah! what avail his glossy, varying dyes, His purple crest, and scarlet-circled eyes, The vivid green his shining plumes unfold, His painted wings, and breast that flames with gold?
Page 14 - Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise: — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaistered posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers' load, On wings of winds came flying all abroad?