The Romance of Biography: Or, Memoirs of Women Loved and Celebrated by Poets, from the Days of the Troubadours to the Present Age; a Series of Anecdotes Intended to Illustrate the Influence which Female Beauty and Virtue Have Exercised Over the Characters and Writings of Men of Genius, Band 1

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Saunders and Otley, 1837
 

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Seite 251 - means, which public manners breeds; Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdu'd To what it works in, like the dyer's hand. Pity me then, and wish I were renew'd. The last I
Seite 341 - All higher knowledge in her presence falls Degraded; wisdom, in discourse with her, Loses discountenanc'd, and like folly shows; Authority and reason on her wait, As one intended first, not after made Occasionally; and to consummate all, Greatness of mind and nobleness their seat, Build in her loveliest, and create an awe About her, as a guard angelic plac'd.
Seite 247 - a picture, rather than the picture itself. The forward violet thus did I chide : Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my Love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells, In my Love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd. The lily I condemned for thy hand,
Seite 17 - If lusty Love should go in quest of beauty, Where should he find it fairer than in Blanche ? If zealous Love should go in search of virtue, Where should he find it purer than in Blanche? If Love, ambitious, sought a match of birth, Whose veins bound richer blood than Lady Blanche
Seite 251 - are undoubtedly addressed to Lord Southampton. O, for my sake, do you with fortune chide The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide, Than publick means, which
Seite 132 - di loco ove tornar disio : Amor mi mosse che mi fa parlare. INFERNO, c. 2. " I who now bid thee on this errand forth Am Beatrice ; from a place I come Revisited with joy; love brought me thence, Who prompts my speech.
Seite 238 - seems more fair, The more they on it stare. But her sad eyes, still fastened on the ground, Are governed with a goodly modesty That suffers not a look to glance away, Which may let in a little thought unsound.
Seite 198 - passeth more The best of yours, I dare well sayne, Then doth the sun the candle light, Or brightest day the darkest night. And thereto hath a truth as just, As had Penelope the fair: For what she sayeth you may it trust. As it by writing sealed were ; And virtues hath she many moe,
Seite 238 - modesty That suffers not a look to glance away, Which may let in a little thought unsound. Why blush ye, love ! to give to me your hand The pledge of all our band! Sing! ye sweet angels ! Hallelujah sing

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