Ben Jonson to DrydenThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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... Nature Cherry - ripe The Bride - Cake • · His Prayer to Ben Jonson An Ode for Ben Jonson To Anthea To the Same · 134 134 135 136 136 . 137 139 139 . 140 · 140 141 • 141 · 141 142 142 143 To Perilla 143 The Wake To Robin Red - breast To ...
... Nature Cherry - ripe The Bride - Cake • · His Prayer to Ben Jonson An Ode for Ben Jonson To Anthea To the Same · 134 134 135 136 136 . 137 139 139 . 140 · 140 141 • 141 · 141 142 142 143 To Perilla 143 The Wake To Robin Red - breast To ...
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... nature's pride is now a withered daffodil . VENETIAN SONG1 . [ From Volpone ; or , The Fox ( acted 1605 ) , Act I. Sc . 6. ] Come , my Celia , let us prove , While we can , the sports of love . Time will not be ours for ever ; He , at ...
... nature's pride is now a withered daffodil . VENETIAN SONG1 . [ From Volpone ; or , The Fox ( acted 1605 ) , Act I. Sc . 6. ] Come , my Celia , let us prove , While we can , the sports of love . Time will not be ours for ever ; He , at ...
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... Nature seemed to strive Which owned the creature . Years he numbered scarce thirteen When Fates turned cruel , Yet three filled zodiacs had he been The stage's jewel ; And did act , what now we moan , Old men so duly , As , sooth , the ...
... Nature seemed to strive Which owned the creature . Years he numbered scarce thirteen When Fates turned cruel , Yet three filled zodiacs had he been The stage's jewel ; And did act , what now we moan , Old men so duly , As , sooth , the ...
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... Nature herself was proud of his designs , And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines , 1 In allusion to W. Basse's elegy on Shakspeare , beginning- ' Renowned Spenser , lie a thought more nigh 2 Seneca . To learned Chaucer ; and rare ...
... Nature herself was proud of his designs , And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines , 1 In allusion to W. Basse's elegy on Shakspeare , beginning- ' Renowned Spenser , lie a thought more nigh 2 Seneca . To learned Chaucer ; and rare ...
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... Nature's family . Yet must I not give Nature all ; thy Art , My gentle Shakspeare , must enjoy a part . For though the poet's matter nature be , His art doth give the fashion ; and that he1 Who casts to write a living line , must sweat ...
... Nature's family . Yet must I not give Nature all ; thy Art , My gentle Shakspeare , must enjoy a part . For though the poet's matter nature be , His art doth give the fashion ; and that he1 Who casts to write a living line , must sweat ...
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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.