The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions, Volym 2Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1905 |
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... fear , have taken him at his word . His fame as a dramatist - on which his general fame will always essentially depend - must therefore remain within the keeping of those who are ' sealed of the tribe of Ben ' ; but of these the ...
... fear , have taken him at his word . His fame as a dramatist - on which his general fame will always essentially depend - must therefore remain within the keeping of those who are ' sealed of the tribe of Ben ' ; but of these the ...
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... and constantly recurs to the commonplace but wholesome maxim that it is the 1 He has been credited ( but erroneously ) with the authorship of the National Anthem . love , not the fear , of his subjects upon BEN JONSON . 5.
... and constantly recurs to the commonplace but wholesome maxim that it is the 1 He has been credited ( but erroneously ) with the authorship of the National Anthem . love , not the fear , of his subjects upon BEN JONSON . 5.
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Selections with Critical Introductions Thomas Humphry Ward. love , not the fear , of his subjects upon which a monarch ought to rely . But Jonson's satirical epigrams are both less effective and less elaborate than those of a directly ...
Selections with Critical Introductions Thomas Humphry Ward. love , not the fear , of his subjects upon which a monarch ought to rely . But Jonson's satirical epigrams are both less effective and less elaborate than those of a directly ...
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... fears Whereof the loyal conscience so complains . Thus , by these subtle trains Do several passions invade the mind , And strike our reason blind . TO HEAVEN . [ From The Forest . ] Good and great God ! can I not think of Thee , But it ...
... fears Whereof the loyal conscience so complains . Thus , by these subtle trains Do several passions invade the mind , And strike our reason blind . TO HEAVEN . [ From The Forest . ] Good and great God ! can I not think of Thee , But it ...
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... fear , and must with horror fall , And destined unto judgment , after all . I feel my griefs too , and there scarce is ground Upon my flesh t ' inflict another wound ; - Yet dare I not complain or wish for death , With holy Paul , lest ...
... fear , and must with horror fall , And destined unto judgment , after all . I feel my griefs too , and there scarce is ground Upon my flesh t ' inflict another wound ; - Yet dare I not complain or wish for death , With holy Paul , lest ...
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The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions, Volym 2 Thomas Humphry Ward Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1902 |
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Absalom and Achitophel Æneid beauty Ben Jonson born breast breath bright Carew Castara Catullus Comus conceits Cowley Crashaw crown death delight died dost doth Dryden earth EDMUND W English eternal eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire flame flowers genius Giles Fletcher glory grace Habington hand happy hast hath heart heaven hell Herbert heroic couplet Herrick Hesperides hill honour Hudibras Jonson King kiss Lady light live Lord Lycidas Milton mind mistress Muse nature never night o'er once Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained passion Perilla pleasure poems poet poetic poetry praise rhyme rose sacred satire shade shepherds shine sigh sight sing sleep song sonnet soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things thought unto verse Waller wanton weep WILLIAM HABINGTON winds wings Wither write youth
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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, poor captives, creep to death.
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 204 - I should (said He) Bestow this jewel also on My creature, He would adore My gifts instead of Me, And rest in nature, not the God of nature : So both should losers be. Yet let him keep the rest, But keep them with repining restlessness : Let him be rich and weary, that at least, If goodness lead him not, yet weariness May toss him to My breast.
Sida 455 - 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 185 - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Sida 178 - 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? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't? Prithee, why so mute? Quit, quit, for shame, this will not move: This cannot take her. If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her!
Sida 319 - 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 326 - 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 328 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not; in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.