Ben Jonson to DrydenThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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... , To grave this short remembrance on my grave : Here Damon lies , whose songs did sometime grace The murmuring Esk ; may roses shade the place ! SIR WILLIAM ALEXANDER , EARL OF STIRLING ( or STERLINE 36 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... , To grave this short remembrance on my grave : Here Damon lies , whose songs did sometime grace The murmuring Esk ; may roses shade the place ! SIR WILLIAM ALEXANDER , EARL OF STIRLING ( or STERLINE 36 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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... , humbly leave I take , Lest the great Pan do awake , That sleeping lies in a deep glade , Under a broad beech's shade . I must go , I must run Swifter than the fiery sun . VOL . II . II . THE RIVER GOD TO 48 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... , humbly leave I take , Lest the great Pan do awake , That sleeping lies in a deep glade , Under a broad beech's shade . I must go , I must run Swifter than the fiery sun . VOL . II . II . THE RIVER GOD TO 48 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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... shades of celour go to make up a description of real beauty and power . Browne is something of a literary epicure , and however feeble or disconnected may be his narrative of events , he rarely gives us a line which has not been tried ...
... shades of celour go to make up a description of real beauty and power . Browne is something of a literary epicure , and however feeble or disconnected may be his narrative of events , he rarely gives us a line which has not been tried ...
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... shades his notes of joy , He'd show his anger by some flood at hand And turn the same into a running sand . * * * * * * * * * Thus spake the god but when as in the water The corpse came sinking down , he spied the matter , And catching ...
... shades his notes of joy , He'd show his anger by some flood at hand And turn the same into a running sand . * * * * * * * * * Thus spake the god but when as in the water The corpse came sinking down , he spied the matter , And catching ...
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... shades , Hath long and bootless dwelt with me . For could I think she some idea were I still might love , forget , and have her here . But such she is not ; nor would I For twice as many torments more , As her bereaved company Hath ...
... shades , Hath long and bootless dwelt with me . For could I think she some idea were I still might love , forget , and have her here . But such she is not ; nor would I For twice as many torments more , As her bereaved company Hath ...
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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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!
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.