Poetry and Poets: A Collection of the Choicest Anecdotes Relative to the Poets of Every Age and Nation. With Specimens of Their Works and Sketches of Their Biography, Volume 3 |
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... at length , yielded to them all . He did not die till the 13th of April , 1695 , when , if we believe some , he was found with a hair shirt on . PIETER CORNELIS HOOFT . PIETER CORNELIS HOOFT was born at 6 POETRY AND POETS .
... at length , yielded to them all . He did not die till the 13th of April , 1695 , when , if we believe some , he was found with a hair shirt on . PIETER CORNELIS HOOFT . PIETER CORNELIS HOOFT was born at 6 POETRY AND POETS .
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... born at Amster- dam on the 16th of March , 1581. At the age of 19 he was already a member of the " Amster- damsche Kamer in Liefde Bloeijende , " which was entirely distinct from , and far more celebra- ted than , the other literary ...
... born at Amster- dam on the 16th of March , 1581. At the age of 19 he was already a member of the " Amster- damsche Kamer in Liefde Bloeijende , " which was entirely distinct from , and far more celebra- ted than , the other literary ...
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... HUGO GROTIUS . HUIG DE GROOT ( commonly known by the name of Hugo Grotius ) was born at Delft on the 10th of April , 1583. When he was only fifteen years old , Henry the Fourth called him the POETRY AND POETS . 9 Hugo Grotius.
... HUGO GROTIUS . HUIG DE GROOT ( commonly known by the name of Hugo Grotius ) was born at Delft on the 10th of April , 1583. When he was only fifteen years old , Henry the Fourth called him the POETRY AND POETS . 9 Hugo Grotius.
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... born to - night , The Author both of life and light ; The Angels so did sound it , And like the ravish'd Shepherds said , Who saw the light and were afraid , Yet search'd , and true they found it . The Son of God , th ' Eternal King ...
... born to - night , The Author both of life and light ; The Angels so did sound it , And like the ravish'd Shepherds said , Who saw the light and were afraid , Yet search'd , and true they found it . The Son of God , th ' Eternal King ...
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... born in our defence ; Can Man forget this story ? PASTORAL POETRY . ( From the " Philosophy of Nature . " ) THEOCRITUS , the father of pastoral poetry , was born in a country abounding in every species of landscape , and blest with the ...
... born in our defence ; Can Man forget this story ? PASTORAL POETRY . ( From the " Philosophy of Nature . " ) THEOCRITUS , the father of pastoral poetry , was born in a country abounding in every species of landscape , and blest with the ...
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Page 163 - Full little knowest thou that hast not tried, What hell it is, in suing long to bide ; To lose good days that might be better spent : To waste long nights in pensive discontent ; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow ; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow...
Page 105 - Many were the wit-combats betwixt him and Ben Jonson, which two I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning ; solid, but slow in his performances. Shakespeare...
Page 247 - As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life ; then when there hath been thrown Wit able enough to justify the town For three days past; wit that might warrant be For the whole City to talk foolishly Till that were cancell'd; and when that was gone, We left an air behind us, which alone Was able to make the two next companies Right witty; though but downright fools, mere wise.
Page 105 - English man-ofwar, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Page 168 - That would, not cease, but cried still, in sucking at her breast. She was full weary of her watch, and grieved with her child; She rocked it and rated it, until on her it smiled : Then did she say, " Now have I found the proverb true to prove, The falling out of faithful friends renewing is of love.
Page 30 - My ear-rings ! my ear-rings ! he'll say they should have been, Not of pearl and of silver, but of gold and glittering sheen, Of jasper and of onyx, and of diamond shining clear, Changing to the changing light, with radiance insincere — That changeful mind unchanging gems are not befitting well — Thus will he think — and what to say, alas! I cannot tell.
Page 27 - Rise up, rise up, Xarifa! lay the golden cushion down; Rise up, come to the window, and gaze with all the town.
Page 83 - HAPPY is England ! I could be content To see no other verdure than its own ; To feel no other breezes than are blown Through its tall woods with high romances blent : Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment
Page 247 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Page 223 - FLUTTERING spread thy purple pinions. Gentle Cupid, o'er my heart ; I a slave in thy dominions ; Nature must give way to art. Mild Arcadians, ever blooming, Nightly nodding o'er your flocks, See my weary days consuming, All beneath yon flowery rocks.