The English Poets, Volym 2Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1880 |
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... live . These children ( called in the next reign Children of Her Majesty's Revels ) were trained up to act before the Queen . Salathiel had acted in two of Jonson's plays , in 1600 , and in 1601 , when he is supposed to have died . If ...
... live . These children ( called in the next reign Children of Her Majesty's Revels ) were trained up to act before the Queen . Salathiel had acted in two of Jonson's plays , in 1600 , and in 1601 , when he is supposed to have died . If ...
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... live , And we have wits to read , and praise to give . That I not mix thee so my brain excuses , — I mean with great , but disproportioned Muses ; For if I thought my judgment were of years , I should commit thee surely with thy peers ...
... live , And we have wits to read , and praise to give . That I not mix thee so my brain excuses , — I mean with great , but disproportioned Muses ; For if I thought my judgment were of years , I should commit thee surely with thy peers ...
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... Lives in his issue , even so the race Of Shakspeare's mind and manners brightly shines In his well turnèd and true filèd lines , In each of which he seems to shake a lance , As brandished at the eyes of ignorance . Sweet Swan of Avon ...
... Lives in his issue , even so the race Of Shakspeare's mind and manners brightly shines In his well turnèd and true filèd lines , In each of which he seems to shake a lance , As brandished at the eyes of ignorance . Sweet Swan of Avon ...
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... though come there , must straight retire again : Henceforth , Respect , farewell , I oft hear told Who lives in love can never be too bold . If crost with all mishaps be my poor life , 28 THE ENGLISH POETS . Extracts from the Poems: ...
... though come there , must straight retire again : Henceforth , Respect , farewell , I oft hear told Who lives in love can never be too bold . If crost with all mishaps be my poor life , 28 THE ENGLISH POETS . Extracts from the Poems: ...
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... live assured of nothing but of death ? Who was so happy yet As never had some cross ? Though on a throne he sit ... lives secure , His state is most unsure ; When it doth least appear Some heavy plague draws near , Destruction to procure ...
... live assured of nothing but of death ? Who was so happy yet As never had some cross ? Though on a throne he sit ... lives secure , His state is most unsure ; When it doth least appear Some heavy plague draws near , Destruction to procure ...
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Absalom and Achitophel Æneid beauty Ben Jonson born breast breath bright Carew Castara Comus conceits Cowley Crashaw crown death delight died divine dost doth Dryden earth EDMUND W English English poetry eternal eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire flame flowers Giles Fletcher glory Gondibert grace hand happy hast hath heart heaven hell Herbert Herrick Hesperides hill honour Hudibras Inner Temple Jonson King Lady light live Lord lost Lycidas Milton mind mistress Muse nature never night o'er once Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained passion Perilla Pindar pleasure poems poet poetic poetry praise reign rose sacred shade shalt shepherds shine sighs sight sing sleep song sonnet soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things thou thought tree verse Waller wanton weep winds wings write youth
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Sida 311 - 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 348 - 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 10 - 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 333 - 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 214 - 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 174 - 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 450 - 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 297 - 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 353 - 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 320 - 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. But not the praise...