The Works of the Honourable Sr. Philip Sidney, Kt. in Prose and Verse: I. A sixth book to the countess of Pembroke's ArcadiaE. Taylor, A. Bettesworth, E. Curll, W. Mears, and R. Gosling., 1724 |
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... still defirous to injoy the fweet fpeech of her revived Amphialus , was like a paffenger , whom the loud command of the rough winds had forced to wander through the uneven- nefs of the deep - furrowed feas , now in fight of land ...
... still defirous to injoy the fweet fpeech of her revived Amphialus , was like a paffenger , whom the loud command of the rough winds had forced to wander through the uneven- nefs of the deep - furrowed feas , now in fight of land ...
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... still dance to please a gazer's fight , For me , I do nature un - idle know , And know , great caufes great effects procure : And know , those bodies high reign on the low . And if these rules did fail , proof makes me fure ; Who oft ...
... still dance to please a gazer's fight , For me , I do nature un - idle know , And know , great caufes great effects procure : And know , those bodies high reign on the low . And if these rules did fail , proof makes me fure ; Who oft ...
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... still have fomewhat new to say . On filly me do not the burthen lay Of all the grave conceits your brain doth breed ; But find fome Hercules to bear , instead Of Atlas tyr'd , your wifdom's heav'nly fway . For me , while you difcourfe ...
... still have fomewhat new to say . On filly me do not the burthen lay Of all the grave conceits your brain doth breed ; But find fome Hercules to bear , instead Of Atlas tyr'd , your wifdom's heav'nly fway . For me , while you difcourfe ...
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... still read you with awful eyes , As my young dove , may , in your precepts wife , Her grant to me , by her own virtue know ; For , late , with heart most high , with eyes most low , I crav'd the thing which ever fhe denies : She ...
... still read you with awful eyes , As my young dove , may , in your precepts wife , Her grant to me , by her own virtue know ; For , late , with heart most high , with eyes most low , I crav'd the thing which ever fhe denies : She ...
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... still on the ftilts of fear doth go . And yet amid all fears , as hope there is , Stol'n to my heart fincé laft fair night , nay , day ; Stella's eyes fent to me the beams of blifs , Looking on me , while I look'd other way : But when ...
... still on the ftilts of fear doth go . And yet amid all fears , as hope there is , Stol'n to my heart fincé laft fair night , nay , day ; Stella's eyes fent to me the beams of blifs , Looking on me , while I look'd other way : But when ...
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Страница 73 - Of those fierce darts despair at me doth throw; 0 make in me those civil wars to cease; 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise and blind to light, A rosy garland and a weary head; And if -these things, as being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me, Livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see.
Страница 22 - ... cometh to you with words set in delightful proportion, either accompanied with, or prepared for, the well-enchanting skill of music; and with a tale, forsooth, he cometh unto you, with a tale which holdeth children from play and old men from the chimney corner...
Страница 69 - Is constant love deemed there but want of wit? Are beauties there as proud as here they be? Do they above love to be loved, and yet Those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess? Do they call virtue there, ungratefulness?
Страница 3 - I remember mine ears were at any time more loaden, than when (either angered with slow payment, or moved with our learner-like admiration) he exercised his speech in the praise of his faculty. He said soldiers were the noblest estate of mankind, and horsemen the noblest of soldiers. He said they were the masters of war, and ornaments of peace...
Страница 43 - Now ye shall have three ladies walk to gather flowers, and then we must believe the stage to be a garden. By and by we hear news of shipwreck in the same place, and then we are to blame if we accept it not for a rock. Upon the back of that comes out a hideous monster with fire and smoke, and then the miserable beholders are bound to take it for a cave. While in the meantime two armies fly in, represented with four swords and bucklers, and then what hard heart will not receive it for a pitched field?
Страница 4 - ... the first light-giver to ignorance, and first nurse, whose milk by little and little enabled them to feed afterwards of tougher knowledges.
Страница 19 - ... or private matters; where the historian in his bare was hath many times that which we call fortune to overrule the best wisdom.
Страница 12 - This purifying of wit, this enriching of memory, enabling of judgment, and enlarging of conceit, which commonly we call learning, under what name soever it come forth, or to what immediate end soever it be directed, the final end is to lead and draw us to as high a perfection as our degenerate souls made worse by their clayey lodgings can be capable of.
Страница 9 - Adam, since our erected wit maketh us know what perfection is, and yet our infected will keepeth us from reaching unto it.
Страница 16 - Stoics said, was a short madness: let but Sophocles bring you Ajax on a stage, killing and whipping sheep and oxen, thinking them the army of Greeks, with their chieftains Agamemnon and Menelaus, and tell me if you have not a more familiar insight into anger than finding in the schoolmen his genus and difference.