The English Poets: Ben Jonson to DrydenThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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... leaves not prostrate lie in woods , When autumn's old , and Boreas sounds his wars , So many waves have not the ocean floods , As my rent mind hath torments all the night , And heart spends sighs , when Phoebus brings the light . Why ...
... leaves not prostrate lie in woods , When autumn's old , and Boreas sounds his wars , So many waves have not the ocean floods , As my rent mind hath torments all the night , And heart spends sighs , when Phoebus brings the light . Why ...
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... leaves conspiring kept his beams , For fear of hurting , when he's in extremes , The under - flowers , which did enrich the ground With sweeter scents than in Arabia found . The earth doth yield , which they through pores exhale ...
... leaves conspiring kept his beams , For fear of hurting , when he's in extremes , The under - flowers , which did enrich the ground With sweeter scents than in Arabia found . The earth doth yield , which they through pores exhale ...
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... leaves At the departure of the sun ; So from the honey - suckle sheaves The bee goes when the day is done ; So sits the turtle when she is but one , And so all woe , as I , since she is gone . To some few birds kind Nature hath Made all ...
... leaves At the departure of the sun ; So from the honey - suckle sheaves The bee goes when the day is done ; So sits the turtle when she is but one , And so all woe , as I , since she is gone . To some few birds kind Nature hath Made all ...
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... leaves spread Shut when Titan goes to bed ; Or a shady bush or tree , She could more infuse in me , Than all Nature's beauties can In some other wiser man . By her help I also now Make this churlish place allow Some things that may ...
... leaves spread Shut when Titan goes to bed ; Or a shady bush or tree , She could more infuse in me , Than all Nature's beauties can In some other wiser man . By her help I also now Make this churlish place allow Some things that may ...
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... leaves be , whose unfolding Brings sweet pleasures to beholding : For , such pearls they do disclose , Both the Indies match not those : Yet are so in order placed , As their whiteness is more graced . Each part is so well disposed ...
... leaves be , whose unfolding Brings sweet pleasures to beholding : For , such pearls they do disclose , Both the Indies match not those : Yet are so in order placed , As their whiteness is more graced . Each part is so well disposed ...
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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...