Ben Johnson to DrydenThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1916 |
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ix. oldal
... True Delight Nox Nocti indicat scientiam SIR JOHN SUCKLING ( 1608-1642 ) A Ballad upon a Wedding Truth in Love The Dance • · Orsames ' Song in Aglaura Song . · • .. The Lute Song in The Sad One Constancy RICHARD LOVELACE ( 1618-1658 ) ...
... True Delight Nox Nocti indicat scientiam SIR JOHN SUCKLING ( 1608-1642 ) A Ballad upon a Wedding Truth in Love The Dance • · Orsames ' Song in Aglaura Song . · • .. The Lute Song in The Sad One Constancy RICHARD LOVELACE ( 1618-1658 ) ...
4. oldal
... true that it is the dramatic element , or the element of action , in the masque as treated by Jonson , which constitutes the differ- ence between it and a mere ' disguising ' — a difference which in the case of earlier masques had no ...
... true that it is the dramatic element , or the element of action , in the masque as treated by Jonson , which constitutes the differ- ence between it and a mere ' disguising ' — a difference which in the case of earlier masques had no ...
6. oldal
... true labours of love . For the ' bricklayer ' ( as his opponents delighted to be historically justified in calling him ) had the early nurture of a scholar ; and through life he remained deeply grateful to the famous Camden , his master ...
... true labours of love . For the ' bricklayer ' ( as his opponents delighted to be historically justified in calling him ) had the early nurture of a scholar ; and through life he remained deeply grateful to the famous Camden , his master ...
14. oldal
... true . Thou sayst that cannot be ; for thou hast seen Davis and Weever3 , and the best have been , And mine come nothing like . I hope so ; yet , As theirs did with thee , mine might credit get , From the ( prose ) love - letters of ...
... true . Thou sayst that cannot be ; for thou hast seen Davis and Weever3 , and the best have been , And mine come nothing like . I hope so ; yet , As theirs did with thee , mine might credit get , From the ( prose ) love - letters of ...
18. oldal
... true , and all men's suffrage . But these ways Were not the paths I meant unto thy praise ; For seeliest ignorance on these may light , Which , when it sounds at best , but echoes right ; Or blind affection , which doth ne'er advance ...
... true , and all men's suffrage . But these ways Were not the paths I meant unto thy praise ; For seeliest ignorance on these may light , Which , when it sounds at best , but echoes right ; Or blind affection , which doth ne'er advance ...
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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.