The English Poets: Selections, Том 2Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1880 |
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... moved whether Love should Continue for Ever · Upon Combing her Hair SANDYS , HERBERT , CRASHAW , VAUGHAN , GEORGE SANDYS ( 1577-1643 ) · 189 191 G. A. Simcox 192 From the Paraphrase upon Luke I. • GEORGE HERBERT ( 1592-1634 ) The Collar ...
... moved whether Love should Continue for Ever · Upon Combing her Hair SANDYS , HERBERT , CRASHAW , VAUGHAN , GEORGE SANDYS ( 1577-1643 ) · 189 191 G. A. Simcox 192 From the Paraphrase upon Luke I. • GEORGE HERBERT ( 1592-1634 ) The Collar ...
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... move the mirth of the multitude , was and is beyond the power of his poetic genius . To dissolve its inspirations in wantonness , or to satisfy coarse appetites with the husks of its fruits , was incom- patible with the character of his ...
... move the mirth of the multitude , was and is beyond the power of his poetic genius . To dissolve its inspirations in wantonness , or to satisfy coarse appetites with the husks of its fruits , was incom- patible with the character of his ...
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... move : Her spacious arms do reach from east to west , And you may see her heart shine through her breast . Her right hand holds a sun with burning rays , Her left a curious bunch of golden keys , With which heaven's gates she locketh ...
... move : Her spacious arms do reach from east to west , And you may see her heart shine through her breast . Her right hand holds a sun with burning rays , Her left a curious bunch of golden keys , With which heaven's gates she locketh ...
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... moving them by the exhibition of common joys and sorrows . His whole heart went with his audience , and , though he had ... move- ment , of pathos that is never maudlin and humour that is never harsh . Vice always gets the worst of it ...
... moving them by the exhibition of common joys and sorrows . His whole heart went with his audience , and , though he had ... move- ment , of pathos that is never maudlin and humour that is never harsh . Vice always gets the worst of it ...
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... move a wave ; But if with troubled minds You seek his grave , Know ' tis as various as yourselves Now in the deep , then on the shelves , His coffin tossed by fish and surges fell , Whilst Willy weeps , and bids all joy farewell . Had ...
... move a wave ; But if with troubled minds You seek his grave , Know ' tis as various as yourselves Now in the deep , then on the shelves , His coffin tossed by fish and surges fell , Whilst Willy weeps , and bids all joy farewell . Had ...
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Absalom and Achitophel admirable beauty Ben Jonson born breast breath bright Carew Castara Catullus charm Comus conceits Cowley death delight died dost doth Dryden earth EDMUND W English English poetry eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire flame Fletcher flowers Giles Fletcher glory grace hand happy hast hath heart heaven hell Herbert heroic couplet Herrick Hesperides hill honour Hudibras Inner Temple Jonson king kiss Lady light live Lord Lover's Melancholy Lycidas Milton mind mistress Muse nature never night numbers o'er Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained passion Pastorals plays pleasure poems poet poetic poetry praise rose sacred shade shepherds shine sighs sight sing sleep SONG sonnet soul spirit spring stars sweet tears thee thine things thou thought unto verse Waller wanton weep winds wings Wither 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...