The English Poets, Volym 2Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1880 |
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... keeping of those who are ' sealed of the tribe of Ben ' ; but of these the succession is certain to remain unbroken . One quite special cause has in the course of time not less unjustly than unfortunately interfered with the posthumous ...
... keeping of those who are ' sealed of the tribe of Ben ' ; but of these the succession is certain to remain unbroken . One quite special cause has in the course of time not less unjustly than unfortunately interfered with the posthumous ...
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... keep time with my salt tears : Yet slower , yet ; O faintly , gentle springs : List to the heavy part the music bears , Woe weeps out her division , when she sings . Droop herbs and flowers , Fall grief in showers , Our beauties are not ...
... keep time with my salt tears : Yet slower , yet ; O faintly , gentle springs : List to the heavy part the music bears , Woe weeps out her division , when she sings . Droop herbs and flowers , Fall grief in showers , Our beauties are not ...
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... keep up the Play - club : There , sweepings do as well As the best - ordered meal ; For who the relish of these guests will fit , Needs set them but the alms - basket of wit . And much good do't you then : Brave plush - and - velvet ...
... keep up the Play - club : There , sweepings do as well As the best - ordered meal ; For who the relish of these guests will fit , Needs set them but the alms - basket of wit . And much good do't you then : Brave plush - and - velvet ...
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... keep him . EPITAPH ON ELIZABETH L. H. Wouldst thou hear what man can say In a little ? Reader , stay . Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die : Which in life did harbour give To more virtue than doth live . 1 These ...
... keep him . EPITAPH ON ELIZABETH L. H. Wouldst thou hear what man can say In a little ? Reader , stay . Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die : Which in life did harbour give To more virtue than doth live . 1 These ...
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... keep true state , Is virtue and not Fate ; Next to that virtue , is to know vice well , And her black spite expel . Which to effect ( since no breast is so sure Or safe , but she'll procure Some way of entrance ) we must plant a guard ...
... keep true state , Is virtue and not Fate ; Next to that virtue , is to know vice well , And her black spite expel . Which to effect ( since no breast is so sure Or safe , but she'll procure Some way of entrance ) we must plant a guard ...
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The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions, Volym 2 Thomas Humphry Ward Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1902 |
The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions, Volym 2 Thomas Humphry Ward Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1905 |
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Sida 14 - 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.
Sida 337 - 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 - 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 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?
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 454 - 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.
Sida 311 - And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Sida 357 - 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.
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 20 - And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines, Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit, As, since, she will vouchsafe no other wit. The merry Greek, tart Aristophanes, Neat Terence, witty Plautus, now not please; But antiquated and deserted lie, As they were not of Nature's family. Yet must I not give Nature all; thy Art, My gentle Shakspeare, must enjoy a part.