The Poems of Robert Greene, Christopher Marlowe, and Ben JonsonG. Bell & sons, 1878 - Всего страниц: 544 |
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... hope . Reason would , that after so long waste , I should not send thee a child to bring thee greater charge : but consider he is the fruit of thy womb , in whose face regard not the father so much , as thy own perfections . He is yet ...
... hope . Reason would , that after so long waste , I should not send thee a child to bring thee greater charge : but consider he is the fruit of thy womb , in whose face regard not the father so much , as thy own perfections . He is yet ...
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... hope his succour misses : O how I love to prove Whereto this solace tends ! OU MENAPHON'S SONG IN HIS BED . You restless cares , companions of the night , That wrap my joys in folds of endless woes , Tire on my heart , and wound it with ...
... hope his succour misses : O how I love to prove Whereto this solace tends ! OU MENAPHON'S SONG IN HIS BED . You restless cares , companions of the night , That wrap my joys in folds of endless woes , Tire on my heart , and wound it with ...
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... hope consumed before it is conceived ; At hand it fears , and menaceth afar ; And he that gains is most of all deceived : It is a secret hidden and not known , Which one may better feel than write upon . FROM PERIMEDES , THE BLACKSMITH ...
... hope consumed before it is conceived ; At hand it fears , and menaceth afar ; And he that gains is most of all deceived : It is a secret hidden and not known , Which one may better feel than write upon . FROM PERIMEDES , THE BLACKSMITH ...
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... hope in want yield friends : A cave is better than the deserts wide . In short time these two parted , the one to his pleasure , the other to his labour . Anon harvest grew on , and reft from the grasshopper his wonted moisture . Then ...
... hope in want yield friends : A cave is better than the deserts wide . In short time these two parted , the one to his pleasure , the other to his labour . Anon harvest grew on , and reft from the grasshopper his wonted moisture . Then ...
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... hope to have his hap : What care in time not eased ? In time I loathed that now I love , In both content and pleased . counsel to prevent misfortune . By Robert Greene , Master of Arts Omne tulit punctum qui miscuit utile dulci . 1617 ...
... hope to have his hap : What care in time not eased ? In time I loathed that now I love , In both content and pleased . counsel to prevent misfortune . By Robert Greene , Master of Arts Omne tulit punctum qui miscuit utile dulci . 1617 ...
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Стр. 399 - The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise ; I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room : Thou art a monument, without a tomb, And art alive still, while thy book doth live, And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
Стр. 26 - ... supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you; and being an absolute Johannes factotum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country.
Стр. 232 - With coral clasps and amber studs ; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Стр. 271 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon and an English man-of-war. Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Стр. 231 - And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield. There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.
Стр. 158 - At Sestos Hero dwelt ; Hero the fair, Whom young Apollo courted for her hair. And offered as a dower his burning throne, Where she should sit, for men to gaze upon. The outside of her garments were of lawn, The lining purple silk, with gilt stars drawn ; Her wide sleeves green, and bordered with a grove, Where Venus in her naked glory strove To please the careless and disdainful eyes Of proud Adonis, that before her lies ; Her kirtle blue, whereon was many a stain, Made with the blood of wretched...
Стр. 334 - Weep with me, all you that read This little story ; And know, for whom a tear you shed Death's self is sorry. 'Twas a child that so did thrive In grace and feature, As Heaven and Nature seemed to strive Which owned the creature.
Стр. 399 - Euripides, and Sophocles to us; Pacuvius, Accius, him of Cordova dead, To life again, to hear thy buskin tread, And shake a stage ; or, when thy socks were on, Leave thee alone for the comparison Of all that insolent Greece or haughty Rome Sent forth, or since did from their ashes come.
Стр. 382 - Do but look on her eyes, they do light All that Love's world compriseth ! Do but look on her hair, it is bright As Love's star when it riseth ! Do but mark, her forehead's smoother...
Стр. 230 - The rest complain of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yields^ A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses. Thy cap, thy kirtle...