Ben Jonson to DrydenThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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... Happy Life On his Mistress , the Queen of Bohemia THOMAS CAREW ( 1589–1639 ) Song A Prayer to the Wind The Cruel Mistress A Deposition from Love Disdain returned Celia singing The Lady to her Inconstant Servant . A Pastoral Dialogue ...
... Happy Life On his Mistress , the Queen of Bohemia THOMAS CAREW ( 1589–1639 ) Song A Prayer to the Wind The Cruel Mistress A Deposition from Love Disdain returned Celia singing The Lady to her Inconstant Servant . A Pastoral Dialogue ...
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... happy when the object of his poetic homage was a gentle woman , like the Countess of Bedford celebrated in the lines cited below . And his Epitaphs , among which room could only be found here for two of the most pathetic , remain ...
... happy when the object of his poetic homage was a gentle woman , like the Countess of Bedford celebrated in the lines cited below . And his Epitaphs , among which room could only be found here for two of the most pathetic , remain ...
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... happy way ; but he also uses other metres , such as the heroic couplet , and now and then ventures upon a difficult foreign experiment , as in his two Sextains and his one attempt in terza rima . The matter of his verse is described by ...
... happy way ; but he also uses other metres , such as the heroic couplet , and now and then ventures upon a difficult foreign experiment , as in his two Sextains and his one attempt in terza rima . The matter of his verse is described by ...
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... happy place the print seems yet to bear ; Her voice did sweeten here thy sugar'd lines , To which winds , trees , beasts , birds , did lend their ear . Me here she first perceiv'd , and here a morn Of bright carnations did o'erspread ...
... happy place the print seems yet to bear ; Her voice did sweeten here thy sugar'd lines , To which winds , trees , beasts , birds , did lend their ear . Me here she first perceiv'd , and here a morn Of bright carnations did o'erspread ...
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... happy morn That day , long - wished day , Of all my life so dark ( If cruel stars have not my ruin sworn , And fates not hope betray ) , Which , only white , deserves A diamond for ever should it mark : This is the morn should bring ...
... happy morn That day , long - wished day , Of all my life so dark ( If cruel stars have not my ruin sworn , And fates not hope betray ) , Which , only white , deserves A diamond for ever should it mark : This is the morn should bring ...
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Страница 260 - Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Страница 323 - 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 442 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Страница 338 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair ? Which way I fly is hell ; myself am hell ; And in the lowest deep a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide ; To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
Страница 467 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown : He raised a mortal to the skies: She drew an angel down.
Страница 164 - 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? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't? Prithee, why so mute? Quit, quit, for shame, this will not move: This cannot take her. If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her!
Страница 204 - 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 343 - 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 310 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Страница 305 - Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment ? Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence.