Ben Johnson to DrydenThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1916 |
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... leaves not prostrate lie in woods , When autumn's old , and Boreas sounds his wars , So many waves have not the ocean floods , As my rent mind hath torments all the night , And heart spends sighs , when Phoebus brings the light . Why ...
... leaves not prostrate lie in woods , When autumn's old , and Boreas sounds his wars , So many waves have not the ocean floods , As my rent mind hath torments all the night , And heart spends sighs , when Phoebus brings the light . Why ...
Sida 72
... leaves conspiring kept his beams , For fear of hurting , when he's in extremes , The under - flowers , which did enrich the ground With sweeter scents than in Arabia found . The earth doth yield , which they through pores exhale ...
... leaves conspiring kept his beams , For fear of hurting , when he's in extremes , The under - flowers , which did enrich the ground With sweeter scents than in Arabia found . The earth doth yield , which they through pores exhale ...
Sida 82
... leaves At the departure of the sun ; So from the honey - suckle sheaves The bee goes when the day is done ; So sits the turtle when she is but one , And so all woe , as I , since she is gone . To some few birds kind Nature hath Made all ...
... leaves At the departure of the sun ; So from the honey - suckle sheaves The bee goes when the day is done ; So sits the turtle when she is but one , And so all woe , as I , since she is gone . To some few birds kind Nature hath Made all ...
Sida 94
... leaves spread Shut when Titan goes to bed ; Or a shady bush or tree , She could more infuse in me , Than all Nature's beauties can In some other wiser man . By her help I also now Make this churlish place allow Some things that may ...
... leaves spread Shut when Titan goes to bed ; Or a shady bush or tree , She could more infuse in me , Than all Nature's beauties can In some other wiser man . By her help I also now Make this churlish place allow Some things that may ...
Sida 97
... leaves be , whose unfolding Brings sweet pleasures to beholding : For , such pearls they do disclose , Both the Indies match not those : Yet are so in order placed , As their whiteness is more graced . Each part is so well disposed ...
... leaves be , whose unfolding Brings sweet pleasures to beholding : For , such pearls they do disclose , Both the Indies match not those : Yet are so in order placed , As their whiteness is more graced . Each part is so well disposed ...
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Sida 274 - Go, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied. That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, — How...
Sida 314 - 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.
Sida 334 - 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.
Sida 218 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold tomb ; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet,...
Sida 218 - 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.
Sida 453 - A daring pilot in extremity, Pleased with the danger, when the waves went high, He sought the storms ; but, for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit.
Sida 301 - 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...
Sida 317 - Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence.
Sida 324 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Sida 306 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy, Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.