The English Poets, Том 2Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1880 |
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... hast seen Davis 2 and Weever3 , and the best have been , And mine come nothing like . I hope so ; yet , As theirs did with thee , mine might credit get , 1 From the ( prose ) love - letters of Philostratus the younger ( about 250 A.D. ) ...
... hast seen Davis 2 and Weever3 , and the best have been , And mine come nothing like . I hope so ; yet , As theirs did with thee , mine might credit get , 1 From the ( prose ) love - letters of Philostratus the younger ( about 250 A.D. ) ...
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... hast . ON COURT - WORM . All men are worms , but this2 no man . In silk ' Twas brought to court first wrapt , and white as milk3 ; Where , afterwards , it grew a butterfly , Which was a caterpillar . So ' twill die . TO FOOL , OR KNAVE ...
... hast . ON COURT - WORM . All men are worms , but this2 no man . In silk ' Twas brought to court first wrapt , and white as milk3 ; Where , afterwards , it grew a butterfly , Which was a caterpillar . So ' twill die . TO FOOL , OR KNAVE ...
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... hast one to show , To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe . He was not of an age , but for all time ! And all the Muses still were in their prime , When , like Apollo , he came forth to warm Our ears , or like a Mercury to charm ...
... hast one to show , To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe . He was not of an age , but for all time ! And all the Muses still were in their prime , When , like Apollo , he came forth to warm Our ears , or like a Mercury to charm ...
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... hast slain another , Learn'd and fair , and good as she , Time shall throw a dart at thee . AN EPITAPH ON MASTER PHILIP GRAY . [ From Underwoods . ] Reader , stay ; And if I had no more to say But : ' Here doth lie , till the last day ...
... hast slain another , Learn'd and fair , and good as she , Time shall throw a dart at thee . AN EPITAPH ON MASTER PHILIP GRAY . [ From Underwoods . ] Reader , stay ; And if I had no more to say But : ' Here doth lie , till the last day ...
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... hast trod ; Nor let the water rising high , As thou wad'st in , make thee cry And sob ; but ever live with me , And not a wave shall trouble thee ! III . THE SATYR . Thou divinest , fairest , brightest , Thou most powerful maid and ...
... hast trod ; Nor let the water rising high , As thou wad'st in , make thee cry And sob ; but ever live with me , And not a wave shall trouble thee ! III . THE SATYR . Thou divinest , fairest , brightest , Thou most powerful maid and ...
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Absalom and Achitophel Æneid beauty Ben Jonson born breast breath bright Carew Castara Comus conceits Cowley Crashaw crown 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 Herrick Hesperides hill honour Hudibras Inner Temple 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 poetic poetry praise reign rose sacred shade shalt shepherds 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. 311 - 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. 348 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair ? Which way I fly is hell ; myself am hell ; And in the lowest deep a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide ; To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
Стр. 10 - 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. 333 - He scarce had ceased when the superior Fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Стр. 214 - 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. 174 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Стр. 450 - Of these the false Achitophel was first, A name to all succeeding ages curst: For close designs and crooked counsels fit, Sagacious, bold, and turbulent of wit; Restless, unfixed in principles and place, In power unpleased, impatient of disgrace ; A fiery soul, which working out its way, Fretted the pigmy body to decay, And o'er-informed the tenement of clay.
Стр. 297 - 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. 353 - The birds their quire apply ; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on the eternal spring.
Стр. 320 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. But not the praise...