Three Oxford Ironies: Being Copleston's Advice to a Young Reviewer, Mansel's Phrontisterion, Or, Oxford in the Nineteenth Century, and The Oxford Ars PoeticaGeorge Stuart Gordon H. Milford, 1927 - 172 sivua |
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Sivu 70 - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine: While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before: Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn, From the side of some hoar...
Sivu 72 - When, in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end ;Then lies him down the lubber fiend. And, stretch'd out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And, crop-full, out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Sivu 71 - And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Sivu 74 - And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free...
Sivu 73 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.
Sivu 64 - HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn, 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings And the night-raven sings ; There under ebon shades, and low-browed rocks As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Sivu 138 - If there be fluids, as we know there are, which, conscious of a coming wind, or rain, or frost, will shrink and strive to hide themselves in their glass arteries; may not that subtle liquor of the blood perceive by properties within itself, that hands are raised to waste and spill it; and in the veins of men run cold and dull as his did, in that hour?
Sivu 120 - You may sound these wits and find the depth of them with your middle finger. They are cream-bowl, or but puddle deep.
Sivu 144 - is almost out of print. Mrs. Barbauld's stuff has banished all the old classics of the nursery...
Sivu 146 - Tho' the state has done it and thrice as well: This broad-brimm'd hawker of holy things, Whose ear is stuff d with his cotton, and rings Even in dreams to the chink of his pence, This huckster put down war! can he tell Whether war be a cause or a consequence? Put down the passions that make earth...