Ben Johnson to DrydenThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1916 |
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xiii. oldal
... Fire of London Extracts from Absalom and Achitophel : Achitophel . The Malcontents . Doeg and Og · Zimri • Shadwell ( from Mac Flecknoe ) - Tradition ( from Religio Laici ) • Extracts from The Hind and the Panther : The Sects . Private ...
... Fire of London Extracts from Absalom and Achitophel : Achitophel . The Malcontents . Doeg and Og · Zimri • Shadwell ( from Mac Flecknoe ) - Tradition ( from Religio Laici ) • Extracts from The Hind and the Panther : The Sects . Private ...
3. oldal
... Fire ' in a vivacious series of his favourite heroic couplets , consumed together with the MS . of his English Grammar and of his Aristotelian notes for his Translation of Horace's Art of Poetry , any original poem of special length or ...
... Fire ' in a vivacious series of his favourite heroic couplets , consumed together with the MS . of his English Grammar and of his Aristotelian notes for his Translation of Horace's Art of Poetry , any original poem of special length or ...
10. oldal
... fire ? Or have tasted the bag of the bee ? O so white , -O so soft , -O so sweet is she ! TRUTH . [ From Hymenai ; or , the Solemnities of Masque and Barriers at the marriage of the Earl of Essex , 1606. ] Upon her head she wears a ...
... fire ? Or have tasted the bag of the bee ? O so white , -O so soft , -O so sweet is she ! TRUTH . [ From Hymenai ; or , the Solemnities of Masque and Barriers at the marriage of the Earl of Essex , 1606. ] Upon her head she wears a ...
11. oldal
... fire and water , earth and air combines . Her voice is like a trumpet loud and shrill , Which bids all sounds in earth and heaven be still . THE SHEPHERDS ' HOLIDAY . [ From Pan's Anniversary ; or , The Shepherds ' Holiday : 1625 ...
... fire and water , earth and air combines . Her voice is like a trumpet loud and shrill , Which bids all sounds in earth and heaven be still . THE SHEPHERDS ' HOLIDAY . [ From Pan's Anniversary ; or , The Shepherds ' Holiday : 1625 ...
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... 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 , swear no palsy's in ...
... 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 , swear no palsy's in ...
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Absalom and Achitophel Æneid beauty Ben Jonson born breast breath bright Carew Castara Catullus Comus conceits Cowley Crashaw crown death delight died divine dost doth Dryden earth EDMUND W English eternal eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire flame flowers genius Giles Fletcher glory grace Habington hand happy hast hath heart heaven hell Herbert heroic couplet Herrick Hesperides hill honour Hudibras Jonson King kiss Lady light live Lord Lycidas Milton mind mistress Muse nature never night o'er once Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained passion Perilla pleasure poems poet poetic poetry praise rhyme rose sacred satire shade shepherds shine sigh sing sleep song sonnet soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things thought unto verse Waller wanton wassail weep WILLIAM HABINGTON winds wings Wither write youth
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274. oldal - 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. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, — How...
314. oldal - 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.
334. oldal - 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.
218. oldal - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold tomb ; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet,...
218. oldal - 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.
453. oldal - A daring pilot in extremity, Pleased with the danger, when the waves went high, He sought the storms ; but, for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit.
301. oldal - 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...
317. oldal - 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.
324. oldal - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
306. oldal - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy, Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.