The English Poets: Ben Jonson to DrydenThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1902 |
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... force which we are accustomed to find in Jonson , but also for a tender grace which he is not so usually supposed to have possessed . In the collection called the Forest , small as it is , Jonson has done the greatest justice to the ...
... force which we are accustomed to find in Jonson , but also for a tender grace which he is not so usually supposed to have possessed . In the collection called the Forest , small as it is , Jonson has done the greatest justice to the ...
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... force I knew , or false delight , Or to what oar she did her captives chain , Led by a sacred troop of Phœbus ' train , I first began to read , then lov'd to write , And so to praise a perfect red and white , But , God wot , wist not ...
... force I knew , or false delight , Or to what oar she did her captives chain , Led by a sacred troop of Phœbus ' train , I first began to read , then lov'd to write , And so to praise a perfect red and white , But , God wot , wist not ...
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... force ; but though he shows profound art in tracing the most monstrous aberrations of love , jealousy , and revenge to a natural origin in strangeness of temper , the sense of strangeness is left predominant . In the preface to The ...
... force ; but though he shows profound art in tracing the most monstrous aberrations of love , jealousy , and revenge to a natural origin in strangeness of temper , the sense of strangeness is left predominant . In the preface to The ...
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... force of overmastering circumstances , but by some vicious warp in their own nature . In Shakespeare's plays men are driven into tragic error by the conspiracy of forces out- side themselves ; in Ford's plays fatal false steps are made ...
... force of overmastering circumstances , but by some vicious warp in their own nature . In Shakespeare's plays men are driven into tragic error by the conspiracy of forces out- side themselves ; in Ford's plays fatal false steps are made ...
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... force by which it is animated . Even in his songs , with all the softness of their music , we are conscious of the same severely regulating taste . All his few songs are of a sad strain , but they are not filled with the ecstasy of ...
... force by which it is animated . Even in his songs , with all the softness of their music , we are conscious of the same severely regulating taste . All his few songs are of a sad strain , but they are not filled with the ecstasy of ...
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Absalom and Achitophel Æneid beauty Ben Jonson born breast breath bright Carew Castara Catullus Comus Cowley crown death delight died divine dost doth Dryden earth EDMUND W English English poetry eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire flame flowers foes genius Giles Fletcher give glory grace hand happy hast hath heart heaven hell Herbert heroic couplet Herrick Hesperides hill honour Hudibras John Dryden 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 poet's poetic poetry praise rhyme rose sacred satire shade shine sighs sing sleep song sonnet soul stars Sweet Spirit tears thee thine things thou thought tree unto verse Waller wanton weep winds wings write youth
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Sida 458 - A man so various that he seemed to be • Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long ; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Sida 315 - 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 324 - Alas! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely slighted shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse? Were it not better done as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days...
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 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 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 309 - Hard by, a cottage chimney smokes From betwixt two aged oaks, Where Corydon and Thyrsis met, Are at their savoury dinner set Of herbs, and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses, And then in haste her bower she leaves, With Thestylis to bind the sheaves; Or, if the earlier season lead, To the tann'd haycock in the mead. Sometimes, with secure delight, The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid...
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 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...