Ben Jonson to DrydenThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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... 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 should I been a partner of the ...
... 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 should I been a partner of the ...
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... woods , When straight those lamps come in my thought , whose light My judgment dazzled , passing brightest stars ... woods . End these my days , indwellers of the woods , Take this my life , ye deep and raging floods ; Sun , never rise ...
... woods , When straight those lamps come in my thought , whose light My judgment dazzled , passing brightest stars ... woods . End these my days , indwellers of the woods , Take this my life , ye deep and raging floods ; Sun , never rise ...
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... woods and plains As singular , renown'd by neighbouring swains , That to our relics time may trophies rear : Those madrigals we sung amidst our flocks , With garlands guarded from Apollo's beams , On Ochills whiles , whiles near ...
... woods and plains As singular , renown'd by neighbouring swains , That to our relics time may trophies rear : Those madrigals we sung amidst our flocks , With garlands guarded from Apollo's beams , On Ochills whiles , whiles near ...
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... woods forth bring , Which he than man more harmless found and mild : His food was locusts , and what young doth spring , With honey that from virgin hives distill'd ; Parch'd body , hollow eyes , some uncouth thing Made him appear long ...
... woods forth bring , Which he than man more harmless found and mild : His food was locusts , and what young doth spring , With honey that from virgin hives distill'd ; Parch'd body , hollow eyes , some uncouth thing Made him appear long ...
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... woods can yield , The hanging mountain or the field , I freely offer , and ere long Will bring you more , more sweet and strong ; Till when , humbly leave I take , Lest the great Pan do awake , That sleeping lies in a deep glade , Under ...
... woods can yield , The hanging mountain or the field , I freely offer , and ere long Will bring you more , more sweet and strong ; Till when , humbly leave I take , Lest the great Pan do awake , That sleeping lies in a deep glade , Under ...
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Sida 260 - 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.
Sida 323 - 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 442 - 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 338 - 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.
Sida 467 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown : He raised a mortal to the skies: She drew an angel down.
Sida 164 - 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 204 - 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 343 - 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 310 - 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.
Sida 305 - 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.