Lyrics of Ben Jonson, Beaumont and FletcherG. Richards Limited, 1913 - Всего страниц: 170 |
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Lyrics of Ben Jonson, Beaumont and Fletcher Ben Jonson,Francis Beaumont,John Fletcher Полный просмотр - 1906 |
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Antistrophe Beaumont beauty Ben Jonson blessed blood blush breath bright bring charm COUNTESS OF BEDFORD crown Cupid dance death delight desires doth drink ears earth envy Epode eyes face fair FAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS fall fame fate fear feast fire flame Fletcher flowers fools FRANCIS BEAUMONT friends gentle give glory Grace ground grow happy hath hear heart heaven Here's holy honour Inigo Jones John Fletcher Jonson joys keep kiss lady Lethe light live look Love's lovers lusty maid MASQUE mind Muses ne'er never night Nilus noble Penshurst poets pow'r praise queen rise Satyr Shakespeare shew shine SILENT WOMAN sing sleep soft song soul Spanish Tragedy star stay sweet tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought Thro tongue unto virtue VOLPONE wanton Whilst wind wine wings young Zephyrus
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Стр. 2 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
Стр. 165 - Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
Стр. 67 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Стр. 14 - Do but mark, her forehead's smoother Than words that soothe her ; And from her arched brows, such a grace Sheds itself through the face, As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain, all the good of the elements
Стр. 116 - Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; Say I died true: My love was false, but I was firm From my hour of birth. Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth!
Стр. 6 - STILL to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powdered, still perfumed; Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound.
Стр. 169 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Стр. 89 - This Figure, that thou here seest put, It was for gentle Shakespeare cut ; Wherein the Graver had a strife With Nature, to out-doo the life: O, could he but have drawne his wit As well in brasse, as he hath hit His face ; the print would then surpasse All that was ever writ in brasse. But, since he cannot, Reader, looke Not on his Picture, but his Booke.
Стр. 89 - To draw no envy (Shakespeare) on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame : While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor muse can praise too much. 'Tis true, and all men's suffrage.
Стр. 1 - Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears : Yet slower, yet ; O faintly, gentle springs : List to the heavy part the music bears, Woe weeps out her division when she sings.