The Art of English Poetry Containing: Rules for making verses. A collection of the most natural, agreeable and sublime thoughts (!) ... that are to be found in the best English poets. A dictionary of rhymes. I.. II.. III. |
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الصفحة 87
For if thy Life were pleasant heretofore , İf all the bounteous Blessings I could
give , Thou hast enjoy'd , if thou hast known to live , And Pleasure not leak'd thro '
thee like a Sieve , Why do'st thou not give Thanks as at a plenteous Feast , Cram'
d ...
For if thy Life were pleasant heretofore , İf all the bounteous Blessings I could
give , Thou hast enjoy'd , if thou hast known to live , And Pleasure not leak'd thro '
thee like a Sieve , Why do'st thou not give Thanks as at a plenteous Feast , Cram'
d ...
الصفحة 180
No Monarch but would give his Crown , His Arms might do as this has done . My
Joy , my Grief , my Hope , my Love , Did all within this Circle move . A narrow .
Compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's Good , and all that's Fair . Give me but
what ...
No Monarch but would give his Crown , His Arms might do as this has done . My
Joy , my Grief , my Hope , my Love , Did all within this Circle move . A narrow .
Compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's Good , and all that's Fair . Give me but
what ...
الصفحة 251
Dryd , Love gives Esteem , and then he gives Defert : He either finds Equality or
makes it ; Like Death , he knows no ... The Gods may give their Altars o'er , They'll
smoke but seldom any more , If none but happy Men muft them adore .
Dryd , Love gives Esteem , and then he gives Defert : He either finds Equality or
makes it ; Like Death , he knows no ... The Gods may give their Altars o'er , They'll
smoke but seldom any more , If none but happy Men muft them adore .
الصفحة 260
Lee Duk : Give , ye Gods , give to your Boy , your Cafar , This Ratele of a Globe to
play withal , This gewgaw World , and put him cheaply off ; I'll not be pleas'd with
less than Cleopatra . Dryd . Al for Love . Gallop apace , ye fiery - footed Steeds ...
Lee Duk : Give , ye Gods , give to your Boy , your Cafar , This Ratele of a Globe to
play withal , This gewgaw World , and put him cheaply off ; I'll not be pleas'd with
less than Cleopatra . Dryd . Al for Love . Gallop apace , ye fiery - footed Steeds ...
الصفحة 365
Mar ; Oh give me Daggers , Fire , or Water ! How I could bleed ! how burn ! how
drown ! the Waves Hizzing and booming round my finking Head , Till I defcended
to the peaceful Bottom . Oh there all's quiet ; here all Rage and Fury : The Air's ...
Mar ; Oh give me Daggers , Fire , or Water ! How I could bleed ! how burn ! how
drown ! the Waves Hizzing and booming round my finking Head , Till I defcended
to the peaceful Bottom . Oh there all's quiet ; here all Rage and Fury : The Air's ...
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appear Arms bear Beauty Blac Blood Blow Body born bound break Breaſt Breath Clouds Cowl Death Deep Dryd Earth ev'n ev'ry Eyes Face fair fall Fate Fear Field Fire firſt Flames Flood Fools Force Form Fortune give Gods Ground grow Hand Head Heart Heav'n Hope kind Kings laſt leave leſs Light live Looks Love Mind moſt move muſt Name Nature never Night o'er once Pain Place Plain Pow'r Rage Rhyme riſe Rocks ſee ſelf Shade Shak ſhall ſhe ſhould Side Sight Skies ſome Soul Sound Spring ſtand Stars ſtill Storm Streams ſuch Syllables Tears thee theſe things thoſe thou Thoughts thro Trees turns Verbs Verſes Virg Virtue Wall Waves whoſe Winds Wings Woods World Wound
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الصفحة 175 - I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
الصفحة 449 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake ; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and howlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble ; 20 Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Third Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches...
الصفحة 333 - That he should weep for her? What would he do Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears, And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
الصفحة 265 - Hail wedded Love, mysterious law, true source Of human offspring, sole propriety In Paradise of all things common else. By thee adulterous lust was driven from men Among the bestial herds to range; by thee, Founded in reason, loyal, just, and pure, Relations dear, and all the charities Of father, son, and brother first were known.
الصفحة 388 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
الصفحة 316 - The birds their choir 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.
الصفحة 172 - That which her slender waist confined, Shall now my joyful temples bind ; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer, My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass, and yet there Dwelt all that's good and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
الصفحة 315 - Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
الصفحة 382 - I did hear him groan; Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas!
الصفحة 295 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war...
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| العنوان | The Art of English Poetry Containing: Rules for making verses. A collection of the most natural, agreeable and sublime thoughts (!) ... that are to be found in the best English poets. A dictionary of rhymes. I.. II.. III. |
| المؤلف | Edward Bysshe |
| الناشر | S. Buckley, 1710 |
| أصلي من | جامعة ميتشيغان |
| الكتب ذات التنسيق الرقمي | 30 حزيران (يونيو) 2005 |
| عدد الصفحات | 554 من الصفحات |
| تصدير الاقتباس | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |