The King and the Commons: Cavalier and Puritan Song, 1. kötetSampson Low, Son, and Marston, 1868 - 198 oldal |
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xx. oldal
... springtime of his genius and the glorious harvest of its autumn , gave the summer of his life to direct service of the ... spring up and flourish , what shall wither without bearing seed . If the estimation of our great writers were not ...
... springtime of his genius and the glorious harvest of its autumn , gave the summer of his life to direct service of the ... spring up and flourish , what shall wither without bearing seed . If the estimation of our great writers were not ...
xxxii. oldal
... springs of Helicon . One is the fact that as there are two sacred springs there , Aganippe and Hippocrene , Helicon is the only name which covers both . The other is that under no circumstances could the more famous of the two names ...
... springs of Helicon . One is the fact that as there are two sacred springs there , Aganippe and Hippocrene , Helicon is the only name which covers both . The other is that under no circumstances could the more famous of the two names ...
xxxiv. oldal
... ) —this plant , thus calcined into dust , must rest in its ashes until the returning soul breathe into it a softening prolific fire . Then it shall spring forth and renew its blossom . The chill of death shall yield xxxiv INTRODUCTION .
... ) —this plant , thus calcined into dust , must rest in its ashes until the returning soul breathe into it a softening prolific fire . Then it shall spring forth and renew its blossom . The chill of death shall yield xxxiv INTRODUCTION .
xli. oldal
... springs up again out of its dust . There remains only the question of handwriting . If the poem be in Milton's autograph , his authorship becomes indisputable . If not , this piece is in the position of other poems written before his ...
... springs up again out of its dust . There remains only the question of handwriting . If the poem be in Milton's autograph , his authorship becomes indisputable . If not , this piece is in the position of other poems written before his ...
xlix. oldal
... 74 Brathwaite 75 Waller 76 Crashaw 78 · Montrose 81 Cartwright 82 Waller . 82 Herrick 83 Drummond 84 Herrick 85 Herrick 85 Denham • 87 Brome . 89 • Cartwright 90 Carew .. 92 To his Fellow Poet A Western Wonder . Spring Sun CONTENTS . xlix.
... 74 Brathwaite 75 Waller 76 Crashaw 78 · Montrose 81 Cartwright 82 Waller . 82 Herrick 83 Drummond 84 Herrick 85 Herrick 85 Denham • 87 Brome . 89 • Cartwright 90 Carew .. 92 To his Fellow Poet A Western Wonder . Spring Sun CONTENTS . xlix.
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Alexander Brome Andrew Marvell arms Author beauty Ben Jonson boys breast Cartwright Castara cloth extra coloured court crown crown'd death didst divine dost doth drink dust earth Edition Edmund Waller English Epitaph eyes fair fate Fcap fear fire flame force George Wither grace grief Habington hand handwriting hast hath head heart heaven honour Illustrations John Milton King Charles king's leave lived Lord Winchilsea mind morocco muse ne'er never night numbers o'er peace PLEASURE poem poet praise reign Richard Lovelace Robert Herrick royal sigh sing Sir John Suckling Small post 8vo song soul swear Sweet Spirit sword thee thine things Thomas à Kempis Thomas Carew thou shalt thought town town's new teacher true trust unto verse victory volume Whilst William Cartwright William Habington wine word wrote youth
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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?