The English Poets: Ben Jonson to DrydenThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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... breath she blows them up to heaven . She wears a robe enchased with eagles ' eyes , To signify her sight in mysteries : Upon each shoulder sits a milk - white dove , And at her feet do witty serpents move : Her spacious arms do reach ...
... breath she blows them up to heaven . She wears a robe enchased with eagles ' eyes , To signify her sight in mysteries : Upon each shoulder sits a milk - white dove , And at her feet do witty serpents move : Her spacious arms do reach ...
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... complain or wish for death , With holy Paul , lest it be thought the breath Of discontent ; or that these prayers be For weariness of life , not love of Thee . WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN . [ WILLIAM DRUMMOND was born BEN JONSON . 23.
... complain or wish for death , With holy Paul , lest it be thought the breath Of discontent ; or that these prayers be For weariness of life , not love of Thee . WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN . [ WILLIAM DRUMMOND was born BEN JONSON . 23.
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... breath , For late - born sorrows augur fleet return . Amidst thy sacred cares and courtly toils , Alexis , when thou shalt hear wand'ring Fame Tell Death hath triumph'd o'er my mortal spoils , And that on earth I am but a sad name ; If ...
... breath , For late - born sorrows augur fleet return . Amidst thy sacred cares and courtly toils , Alexis , when thou shalt hear wand'ring Fame Tell Death hath triumph'd o'er my mortal spoils , And that on earth I am but a sad name ; If ...
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... breath . Now judge which of us two might be most proud ; He got a kiss yet not enjoy'd it right , And I got none , yet tasted that delight Which Venus on Adonis once bestow'd : He only got the body of a kiss , And I the soul of it ...
... breath . Now judge which of us two might be most proud ; He got a kiss yet not enjoy'd it right , And I got none , yet tasted that delight Which Venus on Adonis once bestow'd : He only got the body of a kiss , And I the soul of it ...
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... breath Who live assured of nothing but of death ? Who was so happy yet As never had some cross ? Though on a throne he sit , And is not vexed with loss , Yet fortune once will toss Him , when that least he would ; If one had all at once ...
... breath Who live assured of nothing but of death ? Who was so happy yet As never had some cross ? Though on a throne he sit , And is not vexed with loss , Yet fortune once will toss Him , when that least he would ; If one had all at once ...
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Absalom and Achitophel Æneid beauty Ben Jonson born breast breath bright Carew Castara Comus conceits Cowley Crashaw death delight died divine dost doth Dryden earth EDMUND W English English poetry eternal eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire flame flowers Giles Fletcher glory Gondibert grace hand happy hast hath heart heaven hell Herbert heroic couplet Herrick Hesperides hill honour Hudibras Jonson King Lady light live Lord lost Lycidas Milton mind mistress Muse nature never night o'er once Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained passion Perilla Pindar pleasure poems poet poet's poetic poetry praise pride rose sacred shade shalt shine sighs sight sing sleep song sonnet soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things thou thought tree verse Waller wanton weep winds wings write youth
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Стр. 324 - Alas ! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely slighted shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse? Were it not better done as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Nesera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days...
Стр. 458 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long ; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Стр. 315 - And bring all heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Стр. 218 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Стр. 455 - A daring pilot in extremity, Pleased with the danger, when the waves went high, He sought the storms ; but, for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit.
Стр. 309 - Hard by, a cottage chimney smokes From betwixt two aged oaks, Where Corydon and Thyrsis met, Are at their savoury dinner set Of herbs, and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses, And then in haste her bower she leaves, With Thestylis to bind the sheaves; Or, if the earlier season lead, To the tann'd haycock in the mead. Sometimes, with secure delight, The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid...
Стр. 301 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth, or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amourist, or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite ; nor to be obtained by the invocation of dame Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that eternal spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Стр. 324 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears ; ' Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies ; But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove ; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Стр. 274 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Стр. 326 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...