The English Poets, Том 2Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1880 |
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... Hill 281 Praise of the Thames Against Love 282 283 Song from The Sophy 283 Song Extract from The Elegy on Cowley THOMAS STANLEY ( 1625-1678 ) Celia Singing The Tomb • SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT ( 1605-1668 ) . Extract from Gondibert On the ...
... Hill 281 Praise of the Thames Against Love 282 283 Song from The Sophy 283 Song Extract from The Elegy on Cowley THOMAS STANLEY ( 1625-1678 ) Celia Singing The Tomb • SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT ( 1605-1668 ) . Extract from Gondibert On the ...
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... hill , Drop , drop , drop , drop , Since nature's pride is now a withered daffodil . VENETIAN SONG1 . [ From Volpone ; or , The Fox ( acted 1605 ) , Act I. Sc . 6. ] Come , my Celia , let us prove , While we can , the sports of love ...
... hill , Drop , drop , drop , drop , Since nature's pride is now a withered daffodil . VENETIAN SONG1 . [ From Volpone ; or , The Fox ( acted 1605 ) , Act I. Sc . 6. ] Come , my Celia , let us prove , While we can , the sports of love ...
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... hills to shun his flaming wheels ; The fields with flow'rs are deck'd in every hue , The clouds bespangle with bright gold their blue : Here is the pleasant place , And every thing , save her , who all should grace . TO CHLORIS . [ From ...
... hills to shun his flaming wheels ; The fields with flow'rs are deck'd in every hue , The clouds bespangle with bright gold their blue : Here is the pleasant place , And every thing , save her , who all should grace . TO CHLORIS . [ From ...
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... hill his giant forehead shrouds ; Jove thund'reth in the air , The air , grown great with rain , Now seems to bring Deucalion's days again . I see thee quake ; come , let us home repair , Come hide thee in mine arms , If not for love ...
... hill his giant forehead shrouds ; Jove thund'reth in the air , The air , grown great with rain , Now seems to bring Deucalion's days again . I see thee quake ; come , let us home repair , Come hide thee in mine arms , If not for love ...
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... hills with echoes hollow . Skipping lambs Their bleating dams ' Mongst kids shall trip it round ; For joy thus our wenches we follow . Wind jolly huntsmen , your neat bugles shrilly , Hounds make a lusty cry ; Spring up , you falconers ...
... hills with echoes hollow . Skipping lambs Their bleating dams ' Mongst kids shall trip it round ; For joy thus our wenches we follow . Wind jolly huntsmen , your neat bugles shrilly , Hounds make a lusty cry ; Spring up , you falconers ...
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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...