The English Poets: Selections, 2. kötetThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1910 |
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... kind and degree from Selden , whom he salutes as ' monarch of letters , ' to the poet's fellow - dramatists . Nor was he less happy when the object of his poetic homage was a gentle woman , like the Countess of Bedford celebrated in the ...
... kind and degree from Selden , whom he salutes as ' monarch of letters , ' to the poet's fellow - dramatists . Nor was he less happy when the object of his poetic homage was a gentle woman , like the Countess of Bedford celebrated in the ...
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... kind of creature I could most desire To honour , serve , and love , as Poets use . I meant to make her fair , and free , and wise , Of greatest blood , and yet more good than great ; I meant the day - star should not brighter rise , Nor ...
... kind of creature I could most desire To honour , serve , and love , as Poets use . I meant to make her fair , and free , and wise , Of greatest blood , and yet more good than great ; I meant the day - star should not brighter rise , Nor ...
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... kind what the same biographer had long been doing for Milton after his kind - setting him against a rich background of the circumstances of his time . The dominant impression which we derive from Professor Masson's book is an impression ...
... kind what the same biographer had long been doing for Milton after his kind - setting him against a rich background of the circumstances of his time . The dominant impression which we derive from Professor Masson's book is an impression ...
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... kind . Still more familiar to Browne than the Canterbury Tales were Shakspeare's plays and poems . Reminis- cences of Shakspeare might easily be pointed out in his heroic verse , and a still closer study is apparent in certain of the ...
... kind . Still more familiar to Browne than the Canterbury Tales were Shakspeare's plays and poems . Reminis- cences of Shakspeare might easily be pointed out in his heroic verse , and a still closer study is apparent in certain of the ...
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... kind Nature hath Made all the summer as one day ; Which once enjoy'd , cold winter's wrath , As night , they sleeping pass away . Those happy creatures are , they know not yet The pain to be deprived , or to forget . I oft have heard ...
... kind Nature hath Made all the summer as one day ; Which once enjoy'd , cold winter's wrath , As night , they sleeping pass away . Those happy creatures are , they know not yet The pain to be deprived , or to forget . I oft have heard ...
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456. oldal - 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.
313. 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.
330. oldal - What though the field be lost? All is not lost — the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield : And what is else not to be overcome.
216. 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.
12. oldal - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent 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 itself but thee!
322. oldal - 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.
480. oldal - 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 1 JOHN DRYDEN.
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.
299. 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...
176. oldal - 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!