The Life and the Poetry of Charles CottonUniversity of Pennsylvania, 1911 - 127 pages |
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... Sir Philip Sidney or Mr. Cotton's father were again alive to do it . " This power of description was one of the most eminent possessed by the son . The poet's mother was Olive Stanhope , the daugh- ter and heiress of Sir John Stanhope ...
... Sir Philip Sidney or Mr. Cotton's father were again alive to do it . " This power of description was one of the most eminent possessed by the son . The poet's mother was Olive Stanhope , the daugh- ter and heiress of Sir John Stanhope ...
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... Stanhope , and in due course they passed to her daughter , Olive ( Stanhope ) Cotton , mother of the poet , Charles . The story of the love affair and run - away mar- riage of the poet's father and mother is one ... Sir John INTRODUCTION 9.
... Stanhope , and in due course they passed to her daughter , Olive ( Stanhope ) Cotton , mother of the poet , Charles . The story of the love affair and run - away mar- riage of the poet's father and mother is one ... Sir John INTRODUCTION 9.
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Charles Jacob Sembower. quire , to the bill of Complaynt of Sir John Stanhope , Knight , Complaynannt . ' " This defendannt sayeth that it is true that under- standing of the virtuous disposition of the Complay- nannt's daughter , and ...
Charles Jacob Sembower. quire , to the bill of Complaynt of Sir John Stanhope , Knight , Complaynannt . ' " This defendannt sayeth that it is true that under- standing of the virtuous disposition of the Complay- nannt's daughter , and ...
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Charles Jacob Sembower. Sir John Stanhope , in his bill of complaint , had imputed mercenary motives to the young lover , in carrying off the young woman , who was under the legal age of sixteen years . To make this charge probable , he ...
Charles Jacob Sembower. Sir John Stanhope , in his bill of complaint , had imputed mercenary motives to the young lover , in carrying off the young woman , who was under the legal age of sixteen years . To make this charge probable , he ...
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Charles Jacob Sembower. " Passenger , stay , and notice take of her , Whom this sepulchral marble doth inter : For Sir John Stanhope's daughter , and his heir By his first wife , a Beresford , lies here . Her husband of a noble house was ...
Charles Jacob Sembower. " Passenger , stay , and notice take of her , Whom this sepulchral marble doth inter : For Sir John Stanhope's daughter , and his heir By his first wife , a Beresford , lies here . Her husband of a noble house was ...
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A. H. Bullen affected Alexander Brome amorous lyrics Angler Ardglass attitude Beauties Beresford Dale Bertaut burlesque Calista Carew Charles Cotton Chloris coterie Cotton translated Cotton's original daughter defendannt delight Desportes doth Duke of Espernon Earl Eclogue Elegie English épigramme Estrennes evidence expression eyes fair father fishing house France French lyrists give grace heart Hôtel de Rambouillet Ibid influence Isaac Walton John Bradshaw lines live Lord lover Madame de Rambouillet Malherbe and Cotton marriage Maynard ment mood Muse nature Ode to Winter Œuvres original poems perhaps Piscator and Viator Platonic love pleasure poet poet's poetic poetry published Quatrains Racan Rambouillet Ronsardists satire says Scarronides sensuous simplicity Sir Aston Cokaine Sir Clifford Clifton Sir John Stanhope soul spirit Stances stanza sweet thee Théophile de Viaud Théophile's thine thou tion ton's unto verses Voiture Whilst
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Page 114 - Beauty, State, Train, Blood, and Birth, Are but the fading blossoms of the earth. I would be great, but that the sun doth still Level his rays against the rising hill: I would be high, but see the proudest oak Most subject to the rending thunder-stroke: I would be rich, but see men, too unkind, Dig in the bowels of the richest mind: I would be wise, but that I often see The fox suspected, whilst the ass goes free...
Page 118 - FAREWELL, thou busy world, and may We never meet again; Here I can eat, and sleep, and pray, And do more good in one short day Than he who his whole age out-wears Upon the most conspicuous theatres, Where nought but vanity and vice appears.
Page 103 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and...
Page 2 - How say you, reader — do not these verses smack of the rough magnanimity of the old English vein ? Do they not fortify like a cordial ; enlarging the heart, and productive of sweet blood, and generous spirits, in the concoction ? Where be those puling fears of death, just now expressed or affected?
Page 119 - Dear Solitude, the soul's best friend, That man acquainted with himself dost make, And all his Maker's wonders to intend. With thee I here converse at will, And would be -glad to do so still, For it is thou alone that keep'st the soul awake.
Page 97 - Crois-moi, retirons-nous hors de la multitude, Et vivons désormais loin de la servitude De ces palais dorés où tout le monde accourt. Sous un chêne élevé les arbrisseaux s'ennuient, Et devant le soleil tous les astres s'enfuient De peur d'être obligés de lui faire la cour.
Page 116 - There are no ills but what we make By giving shapes and names to things, — • Which is the dangerous mistake That causes all our sufferings.
Page 98 - O my beloved rocks, that rise To awe the earth and brave the skies, From some aspiring mountain's crown, How dearly do I love, Giddy with pleasure, to look down ; And, from the vales, to view the noble heights above...
Page 7 - He had all those qualities which in youth raise men to the reputation of being fine gentlemen; such a pleasantness and gaiety of humour, such a sweetness and gentleness of nature, and such a civility and delightfulness in conversation, that no man in the court or out of it, appeared a more accomplished person...
Page 98 - Live but undisturbed and free ! Here in this despised recess, Would I, maugre winter's cold And the summer's worst excess, Try to live out to sixty full years old ; And, all the while, Without an envious eye On any thriving under Fortune's smile, Contented live, and then contented die.