Daniel Webb: ein Beitrag zur englischen Ästhetik des achtzehnten Jahrhunderts

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H. Grand, 1920 - 117 էջ

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Էջ 79 - Full many a lady I have ey'd with best regard ; and many a time The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear : for several virtues Have I lik'd several women ; never any With so full soul, but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd, And put it to the foil : But you, O you, So perfect, and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best.
Էջ 64 - Said then the lost Archangel, 'this the seat That we must change for heav'n, this mournful gloom For that celestial light? Be it so, since he Who now is sovran can dispose and bid What shall be right: fardest from him is best, Whom reason hath equaled, force hath made supreme Above his equals.
Էջ 76 - O thou goddess, Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st : In these two princely boys ! They are as gentle As zephyrs, blowing below the violet, Not wagging his sweet head : and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchaf 'd, as the rud'st wind, That by the top doth take the mountain pine And make him stoop to the vale.
Էջ 74 - O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down. And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Էջ 64 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song...
Էջ 58 - That changed through all, and yet in all the same, Great in the earth as in the ethereal frame, Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees ; Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent...
Էջ 77 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me. If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Էջ 61 - Heaven, with all his host Of rebel angels, by whose aid, aspiring To set himself in glory...
Էջ 111 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Էջ 26 - Shakespear was inspiration indeed : he is not so much an imitator, as an instrument, of Nature ; and it is not so just to say that he speaks from her, as that she speaks through him.

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