The History of English Poetry: From the Close of the Eleventh Century to the Commencement of the Eighteenth Century. To which are Prefixed, Three Dissertations: 1. Of the Origin of Romantic Fiction in Europe. 2. On the Introduction of Learning Into England. 3. On the Gesta Romanorum, Volume 1

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T. Tegg, 1840 - English poetry - 1293 pages

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Page clxvii - scarce his speech began, When the strange partner seem'd no longer man : His youthful face grew more serenely sweet; His robe turn'd white, and flow'd upon his feet; Fair rounds of radiant points invest his hair ; Celestial odours fill the purple air; And wings, whose colours
Page clxvii - purple air; And wings, whose colours glitter'd on the day, Wide at his back their gradual plumes display : The form ethereal bursts upon his sight, And moves in all the majesty of light The same apologue occurs, with some slight additions and variations
Page 70 - Also his two fellows saw come from heaven a hand, but they saw not the body; and then it came right to the vessel and took it and so bare it up to heaven. Sithence was there never no man so hardy for to say that he had seen the
Page 171 - The last circumstance recalls a fiend-like appearance drawn^ by Shakespeare ; in which, exclusive of the application, he has converted ideas of deformity into the true sublime, and rendered an image terrible, which in other hands would have probably been ridiculous, - Methought his eyes Were two full moons, he had a thousand noses, Horns whelk'd and waved like the enridged sea. It was some fiend
Page xcvi - when Louis the Eleventh of France borrowed the works of the Arabian physician Rhasis, from the faculty of medicine at Paris, he not only deposited by way of pledge a quantity of valuable plate, but was obliged to procure a nobleman to join with him as surety in a deed
Page 34 - Aueril When spray biginneth to springe, The lutel foul hath hire wyl On hyre lud to synge, Ich libbe in louelonginge For semlokest of alle thynge. He may me blysse bringe Icham in hire baundoun, An hendy hap ichabbe yhent Ichot from heuene it is me sent. From
Page 32 - Blow northerne wynd, Sent thou me my suetyng; Blow northerne wynd, Blou, blou, blou. Ichot a burde in boure bryht That fully semly is on syht, Menskful maiden of myht, Feir ant fre to fonde. In al this wurhliche won, A burde of blod & of bon, Neuer jete y nuste
Page 7 - maist behold thy face, And thine own realmes in Lond of Faery, And in this antique image thy great ancestry*. It was not, however, solely from an unmeaning and a wanton spirit of refinement, that the fashion of resolving every thing into allegory so universally prevailed. The same apology may be offered for
Page cci - de quoy y mesler quelque chose du leur, et qui n'y apportent que le soin et la diligence de ramasser tout ce qui vient a leur notice, et d'enregistrer a la bonne foy toutes choses sans chois et sans triage, nous laissent le jugement entier pour la
Page 54 - instant reach the realm assign'd, In wondrous ships, self-moved, instinct with mind: No helm secures their course, no pilot guides-; Like men intelligent, they plough the tides ; Conscious of every coast and every bay That lies beneath the sun's alluring ray.