Gems of the Modern Poets: With Biographical NoticesCarey and Hart, 1842 - 408 psl. |
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... fame , he trusts that his criticisms will be neither displeasing to them , nor unsatisfactory to the Public . The Editor earnestly , and with some degree of con- fidence , hopes that his SELECTIONS from the MODERN POETS may have the ...
... fame , he trusts that his criticisms will be neither displeasing to them , nor unsatisfactory to the Public . The Editor earnestly , and with some degree of con- fidence , hopes that his SELECTIONS from the MODERN POETS may have the ...
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... Fame's eternal temple . " NIL NISI VERUM , should be the motto of the dead . It may be ungracious to disobey the mandate , " Lift not thy spear against the Muse's bower . " but the warning cannot have reference to the spear of Ithuriel ...
... Fame's eternal temple . " NIL NISI VERUM , should be the motto of the dead . It may be ungracious to disobey the mandate , " Lift not thy spear against the Muse's bower . " but the warning cannot have reference to the spear of Ithuriel ...
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... fame was completely established , when , in 1801 , the romance of " Thalaba " issued from the press . He has since been continually before the world ; and there is scarcely a branch of literature to which he has not contributed , —a ...
... fame was completely established , when , in 1801 , the romance of " Thalaba " issued from the press . He has since been continually before the world ; and there is scarcely a branch of literature to which he has not contributed , —a ...
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... fame . Its leading attribute is grace . The Poet rarely attempts , and more rarely suc- ceeds , in fathoming the depths of the human heart , and laying open the rich vein that has been hidden by the dull quarry : he is always brilliant ...
... fame . Its leading attribute is grace . The Poet rarely attempts , and more rarely suc- ceeds , in fathoming the depths of the human heart , and laying open the rich vein that has been hidden by the dull quarry : he is always brilliant ...
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... fame : If in this wide world of care Poets could but find the same With as little toil as they , Would they ever change their hue As the light chameleons do , Suiting it to every ray Twenty times a - day 66 SHELLEY . An Exhortation.
... fame : If in this wide world of care Poets could but find the same With as little toil as they , Would they ever change their hue As the light chameleons do , Suiting it to every ray Twenty times a - day 66 SHELLEY . An Exhortation.
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