A short sketch of the literature of England under queen Anne. (Wiss. Beilage zum Progr., Luisensch.).1883 |
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... soon effaced by the clouds which then rapidly covered the horizon . During the disastrous war with France and the suicidal struggle of the Red and the White Rose poetry was dead ; the singing birds were hushed , whilst the thunder ...
... soon effaced by the clouds which then rapidly covered the horizon . During the disastrous war with France and the suicidal struggle of the Red and the White Rose poetry was dead ; the singing birds were hushed , whilst the thunder ...
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... soon a shadow passes over the bright scene . The stern spirit of puritanism , wishing to realise the kingdom of god and the rule of the saints already here on earth , clothes life in the melancholy hue of sober black and declares war to ...
... soon a shadow passes over the bright scene . The stern spirit of puritanism , wishing to realise the kingdom of god and the rule of the saints already here on earth , clothes life in the melancholy hue of sober black and declares war to ...
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... soon after the Essay on Criticism shows the peculiar genius of Pope at his best , whilst , at the same time , it is the most characteristic poem of the period . The rich and airy fancy , the glittering wit of the poet throws the charm ...
... soon after the Essay on Criticism shows the peculiar genius of Pope at his best , whilst , at the same time , it is the most characteristic poem of the period . The rich and airy fancy , the glittering wit of the poet throws the charm ...
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... soon unites again ; ) The meeting points the sacred hair dissever From the fair head , for ever and for ever ! In the year 1715 Pope began his translation of Homer , which raised him in the ey of his contemporaries to the highest ...
... soon unites again ; ) The meeting points the sacred hair dissever From the fair head , for ever and for ever ! In the year 1715 Pope began his translation of Homer , which raised him in the ey of his contemporaries to the highest ...
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... soon may have a better . And , since you dread no further lashes , Methinks you may forgive his ashes . " The third and most important in the triumvirate of great authors in the reign of Queen Anne is Joseph Addison . It is a relief to ...
... soon may have a better . And , since you dread no further lashes , Methinks you may forgive his ashes . " The third and most important in the triumvirate of great authors in the reign of Queen Anne is Joseph Addison . It is a relief to ...
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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?