The English Poets, Том 2Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1880 |
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... give something of dramatic life as well as of deeper meaning to his occasional pieces . Not only was he re- solved that so far as in him lay ' painting and carpentry ' should not be ( as he thought Inigo Jones strove to make them ) ...
... give something of dramatic life as well as of deeper meaning to his occasional pieces . Not only was he re- solved that so far as in him lay ' painting and carpentry ' should not be ( as he thought Inigo Jones strove to make them ) ...
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... Give me a look , give me a face , That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing , hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art : They strike mine eyes , but not my heart . CHARIS ' TRIUMPH ...
... Give me a look , give me a face , That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing , hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art : They strike mine eyes , but not my heart . CHARIS ' TRIUMPH ...
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... give them grains their fill , Husks , draff to drink or swill : If they love lees , and leave the lusty wine , Envy them not , their palate's with the swine . No doubt some mouldy tale , Like Pericles , and I 2 THE ENGLISH POETS . Song ...
... give them grains their fill , Husks , draff to drink or swill : If they love lees , and leave the lusty wine , Envy them not , their palate's with the swine . No doubt some mouldy tale , Like Pericles , and I 2 THE ENGLISH POETS . Song ...
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... give new birth In baths to steep him ; But being so much too good for earth , Heaven vows to keep him . EPITAPH ON ELIZABETH L. H. Wouldst thou hear what man can say In a little ? Reader , stay . Underneath this stone doth lie As much ...
... give new birth In baths to steep him ; But being so much too good for earth , Heaven vows to keep him . EPITAPH ON ELIZABETH L. H. Wouldst thou hear what man can say In a little ? Reader , stay . Underneath this stone doth lie As much ...
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... give the world again : Who aided him , will thee , the issue of Jove's brain . And , since our dainty age Cannot endure reproof , Make not thyself a page To that strumpet the stage ; But sing high and aloof , Safe from the wolf's black ...
... give the world again : Who aided him , will thee , the issue of Jove's brain . And , since our dainty age Cannot endure reproof , Make not thyself a page To that strumpet the stage ; But sing high and aloof , Safe from the wolf's black ...
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Absalom and Achitophel Æneid beauty Ben Jonson born breast breath bright Carew Castara Comus conceits Cowley crown death delight died divine dost doth Dryden earth EDMUND W English English poetry eternal eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire flame flowers Giles Fletcher glory Gondibert grace hand happy hast hath heart heaven hell Herbert Herrick Hesperides hill honour Hudibras Inner Temple Jonson King Lady light live Lord lost Lycidas Milton mind mistress Muse nature never night o'er once Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained passion Perilla Pindar pleasure poems poet poetic poetry praise reign rose sacred shade shalt shepherds shine sighs sight sing sleep song sonnet soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things thou thought tree verse Waller wanton weep winds wings write youth
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Страница 14 - 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.
Страница 337 - 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.
Страница 218 - 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.
Страница 178 - 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?
Страница 218 - 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, poor captives, creep to death.
Страница 454 - Of these the false Achitophel was first, A name to all succeeding ages curst: For close designs and crooked counsels fit, Sagacious, bold, and turbulent of wit; Restless, unfixed in principles and place, In power unpleased, impatient of disgrace ; A fiery soul, which working out its way, Fretted the pigmy body to decay, And o'er-informed the tenement of clay.
Страница 311 - And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Страница 357 - The birds their quire apply ; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on the eternal spring.
Страница 301 - 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...
Страница 20 - And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines, Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit, As, since, she will vouchsafe no other wit. The merry Greek, tart Aristophanes, Neat Terence, witty Plautus, now not please; But antiquated and deserted lie, As they were not of Nature's family. Yet must I not give Nature all; thy Art, My gentle Shakspeare, must enjoy a part.