William Rodney, upon the Elizabethan use of metaphor.
In undertaking to speak of the Elizabethan use of metaphor in poetry--"
Rodney, meanwhile, was talking about the Elizabethan dramatists.
But soon there came another great Elizabethan
to share his loneliness.
That Elizabethan domestic architecture is charming in its way; but it's against the very nature of it to break out into turrets.
And yet," answered Fanshaw, "that's the most romantic and Elizabethan part of the business.
Freddy bows and sits down in the Elizabethan chair, infatuated.
CLARA [throwing herself discontentedly into the Elizabethan chair].
prose, all too chaotic in the beauty and force which overflowed into it from Elizabethan
poetry, and incorrect with an incorrectness which leaves it scarcely legitimate prose at all: then, in reaction against that, the correctness of Dryden, and his followers through the eighteenth century, determining the standard of a prose in the proper sense, not inferior to the prose of the Augustan age in Latin, or of the "great age in France": and, again in reaction against this, the wild mixture of poetry and prose, in our wild nineteenth century, under the influence of such writers as Dickens and Carlyle: such are the three periods into which the story of our prose literature divides itself.
For a time, so steeped was he in the plays and in the many favorite passages that impressed themselves almost without effort on his brain, that all the world seemed to shape itself into forms of Elizabethan
tragedy or comedy and his very thoughts were in blank verse.
The Renaissance and the Elizabethan
Period, about 1500 to 1603.
Near the top of this hill, about two miles from Linden-Car, stood Wildfell Hall, a superannuated mansion of the Elizabethan
era, built of dark grey stone, venerable and picturesque to look at, but doubtless, cold and gloomy enough to inhabit, with its thick stone mullions and little latticed panes, its time-eaten air-holes, and its too lonely, too unsheltered situation, - only shielded from the war of wind and weather by a group of Scotch firs, themselves half blighted with storms, and looking as stern and gloomy as the Hall itself.
Along their right stretched the long front of an Elizabethan
My respect for the integrity of my own petticoats and stockings infinitely exceeds my respect for all the Elizabethan bedrooms in the kingdom, so I positively declined exploring the upper regions of dust and dirt at the risk of soiling my nice clean clothes.
Under these circumstances, I unhesitatingly acknowledged myself to be no judge at all, and suggested that we should treat "the old wing" precisely as we had previously treated the Elizabethan bedrooms.