The King and the Commons: Cavalier and Puritan SongSampson Low, Son, and Marston, 1869 - 198 страници |
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... once were glad to come together in the flesh . Charles Stuart was twenty - five years old when , on the 27th of March , 1625 , he came to the throne of Eng- land as King Charles I. Ben Jonson , in that year twice as old as King Charles ...
... once were glad to come together in the flesh . Charles Stuart was twenty - five years old when , on the 27th of March , 1625 , he came to the throne of Eng- land as King Charles I. Ben Jonson , in that year twice as old as King Charles ...
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... was not one of his finished masterpieces , but had touches worthy of him , and the date suggested at once an occasion upon which it might be written . After giving a few days to the consideration of the χχίν INTRODUCTION .
... was not one of his finished masterpieces , but had touches worthy of him , and the date suggested at once an occasion upon which it might be written . After giving a few days to the consideration of the χχίν INTRODUCTION .
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... once to the sharpest test by publication in the Times . The question so put excited and is still exciting a degree of interest which makes it necessary that the record of the controversy raised upon it should be more full than otherwise ...
... once to the sharpest test by publication in the Times . The question so put excited and is still exciting a degree of interest which makes it necessary that the record of the controversy raised upon it should be more full than otherwise ...
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... once met by writers of a contrary opinion ; and if , to show the complete strength of the case for Milton's authorship of the Epitaph , I take in succession all Lord Winchilsea's objections to it , and , either directly or by inference ...
... once met by writers of a contrary opinion ; and if , to show the complete strength of the case for Milton's authorship of the Epitaph , I take in succession all Lord Winchilsea's objections to it , and , either directly or by inference ...
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... once wit , poet , philosopher , and divine . About two years before the date of this Epitaph died also William Habington , the author of the purest love poetry written in the time of Charles I .; and , although Habington was a Catholic ...
... once wit , poet , philosopher , and divine . About two years before the date of this Epitaph died also William Habington , the author of the purest love poetry written in the time of Charles I .; and , although Habington was a Catholic ...
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Страница 3 - 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.
Страница 49 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Страница 83 - 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.
Страница 168 - CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast plough'd.
Страница 179 - Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piemontese that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they To heaven.
Страница 116 - 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...
Страница 72 - He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from starlike eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires, As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away.
Страница 5 - 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 156 - 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...
Страница 145 - 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?