The King and the Commons: Cavalier and Puritan Song, 1. kötetSampson Low, Son, and Marston, 1868 - 198 oldal |
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ix. oldal
... face made spiritual by intensity of thought . Cartwright died , in his thirty - second year , of a camp fever that killed many in Oxford . These pages include a Lullaby , from his tragi - comedy of the Siege , or Love's Convert ; the ...
... face made spiritual by intensity of thought . Cartwright died , in his thirty - second year , of a camp fever that killed many in Oxford . These pages include a Lullaby , from his tragi - comedy of the Siege , or Love's Convert ; the ...
xxvii. oldal
... face swollen with weeping ; its original sense being drawn from , or closely associated with , the bubbling of a swollen stream . They still say in Northamptonshire , next county to that in which Milton wrote INTRODUCTION . xxvii.
... face swollen with weeping ; its original sense being drawn from , or closely associated with , the bubbling of a swollen stream . They still say in Northamptonshire , next county to that in which Milton wrote INTRODUCTION . xxvii.
xxviii. oldal
... face swollen with tears . Sir Philip Sidney wrote , “ Fair streams represent unto me my blubbered face . " Spenser used the word always seriously ; and Milton here carries the imitative sound back as an epithet for the rills whence it ...
... face swollen with tears . Sir Philip Sidney wrote , “ Fair streams represent unto me my blubbered face . " Spenser used the word always seriously ; and Milton here carries the imitative sound back as an epithet for the rills whence it ...
xxxi. oldal
... face to his Fables , was the poetical son of Spenser . Milton has acknowledged to me that Spenser was his original . " Upon this point let me add what has been written to me by Dean Stanley , who is well acquainted with INTRODUCTION . xxxi.
... face to his Fables , was the poetical son of Spenser . Milton has acknowledged to me that Spenser was his original . " Upon this point let me add what has been written to me by Dean Stanley , who is well acquainted with INTRODUCTION . xxxi.
xxxix. oldal
... face , methought I did recoil Twenty - three years , and saw myself unbreeched , In my green velvet coat , my dagger muzzled Lest it should bite its master . " In the reign of Charles I. the use of “ its , " established by the need of ...
... face , methought I did recoil Twenty - three years , and saw myself unbreeched , In my green velvet coat , my dagger muzzled Lest it should bite its master . " In the reign of Charles I. the use of “ its , " established by the need of ...
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3. oldal - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
48. oldal - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou must die.
168. oldal - God's trophies, and his work pursued, While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureate wreath.
72. oldal - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
83. oldal - You haste away so soon : As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song ; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ! As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew Ne'er to be found again.
116. oldal - The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For, having lost but...
5. 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.
50. oldal - To ALTHEA FROM PRISON WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates ; When I lie tangled in her hair And fetter'd to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
156. oldal - HARRY, whose tuneful and well-measured song First taught our English music how to span Words with just note and accent, not to scan With Midas' ears, committing short and long, Thy worth and skill exempts thee from the throng, With praise enough for Envy to look wan : To after age thou shalt be writ the man That with smooth air couldst humour best our tongue. Thou honour'st verse, and verse must lend her wing To honour thee, the priest of Phoebus' quire, That tun'st their happiest lines in hymn or...
145. oldal - Cause I see a woman kind? Or a well disposed nature, Joined with a lovely feature? Be she meeker, kinder, than Turtle-dove, or pelican, If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be?