Kritische schriften: Zum erstenmale gesammelt und mit einer vorrede herausgegeben, Svazek 1

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F. A. Brockhaus, 1848
 

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Strana 5 - Thou'dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free The body's delicate; the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there. Filial ingratitude! Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand For lifting food to 't?
Strana 130 - Curst be the verse, how well soe'er it flow, That tends to make one worthy man my foe, Give virtue scandal, innocence a fear, Or from the soft-eyed virgin steal a tear...
Strana 29 - Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers
Strana 275 - Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace : but there is, sir, an aiery of children, little eyases, that cry out on the top of question, and are most tyrannically clapped for 't : these are now the fashion...
Strana 291 - And he, the man whom Nature self had made To mock herself, and Truth to imitate, With kindly counter under mimic shade, Our pleasant Willy, ah! is dead of late: With whom all joy and jolly merriment Is also deaded, and in dolour drent.
Strana 292 - In stead thereof scoffing Scurrilitie, And scornfull Follie with Contempt is crept, Rolling in rymes of shameles ribaudrie Without regard, or due Decorum kept ; Each idle wit at will presumes to make, And doth the Learneds taske upon him take.
Strana 292 - Without regard, or due decorum kept ; Each idle wit at will presumes to make, And doth the learned's task upon him take. But that same gentle spirit, from whose pen Large streams of honey and sweet nectar flow, Scorning the boldness of such base-born men, Which dare their follies forth so rashly throw; Doth rather choose to sit in idle cell, Than so himself to mockery to sell.
Strana 57 - ... horrible tête; enfin, le mensonge à la vérité; le repos à la veille; de manière que votre esprit confus ne distingue rien, et que vous puissiez croire que la vision qui vous a frappé était moins l'effet de sa malice qu'un rêve occasionné par les vapeurs de votre cerveau...
Strana 289 - From jigging veins of rhyming mother wits And such conceits as clownage keeps in pay, We'll lead you to the stately tent of war Where you shall hear the Scythian Tamburlaine Threatening the world with high astounding terms And scourging kingdoms with his conquering sword.
Strana 293 - By which man's life in his likest image Was limned forth, are wholly now defaced ; And those sweet wits, which wont the like to frame, Are now despis'd, and made a laughing game.

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