Ben Jonson to DrydenThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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الصفحة xii
... When on those lovely looks ' Song ' Absent from thee I languish still Epitaph on Charles II · • 421 · 421 • • 422 Edmund W. Gosse 424 426 426 427 427 428 · 429 429 THOMAS OTWAY ( 1651-1685 ) Extract from The Poet's Complaint xii CONTENTS .
... When on those lovely looks ' Song ' Absent from thee I languish still Epitaph on Charles II · • 421 · 421 • • 422 Edmund W. Gosse 424 426 426 427 427 428 · 429 429 THOMAS OTWAY ( 1651-1685 ) Extract from The Poet's Complaint xii CONTENTS .
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... thee , less thou for them . Say that thou pour'st them wheat , And they will acorns eat ; ' Twere simple fury still thyself to waste On such as have no taste ! To offer them a surfeit of pure bread Whose appetites are dead ! No , give ...
... thee , less thou for them . Say that thou pour'st them wheat , And they will acorns eat ; ' Twere simple fury still thyself to waste On such as have no taste ! To offer them a surfeit of pure bread Whose appetites are dead ! No , give ...
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... thee by Pindar's fire : And though thy nerves be shrunk , and blood be cold , Ere years have made thee old , Strike that disdainful heat Throughout , to their defeat , As curious fools , and envious of thy strain , May , blushing ...
... thee by Pindar's fire : And though thy nerves be shrunk , and blood be cold , Ere years have made thee old , Strike that disdainful heat Throughout , to their defeat , As curious fools , and envious of thy strain , May , blushing ...
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... thee late a rosy wreath , Not so much honouring thee , As giving it a hope , that there It could not withered be . But thou thereon didst only breathe , And sent'st it back to me : Since when it grows , and smells , I swear , Not of ...
... thee late a rosy wreath , Not so much honouring thee , As giving it a hope , that there It could not withered be . But thou thereon didst only breathe , And sent'st it back to me : Since when it grows , and smells , I swear , Not of ...
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... thee , the issue of Jove's brain . And , since our dainty age Cannot endure reproof , Make not thyself a page To that strumpet the stage ' ; But sing high and aloof , Safe from the wolf's black jaw , and the dull ass's hoof . TO THE ...
... thee , the issue of Jove's brain . And , since our dainty age Cannot endure reproof , Make not thyself a page To that strumpet the stage ' ; But sing high and aloof , Safe from the wolf's black jaw , and the dull ass's hoof . TO THE ...
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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.