Ben Jonson to DrydenThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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... True Delight . Nox Nocti indicat scientiam SIR JOHN SUCKLING ( 1608–1642 ) A Ballad upon a Wedding Truth in Love The Dance · Orsames ' Song in Aglaura Song . · · 164 165 • 165 166 · 167 168 · Edmund W. Gosse 170 • 174 177 177 178 179 ...
... True Delight . Nox Nocti indicat scientiam SIR JOHN SUCKLING ( 1608–1642 ) A Ballad upon a Wedding Truth in Love The Dance · Orsames ' Song in Aglaura Song . · · 164 165 • 165 166 · 167 168 · Edmund W. Gosse 170 • 174 177 177 178 179 ...
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... true that it is the dramatic element , or the element of action , in the masque as treated by Jonson , which constitutes the differ- ence between it and a mere ' disguising ' — a difference which in the case of earlier masques had no ...
... true that it is the dramatic element , or the element of action , in the masque as treated by Jonson , which constitutes the differ- ence between it and a mere ' disguising ' — a difference which in the case of earlier masques had no ...
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... true labours of love . For the ' bricklayer ' ( as his opponents delighted to be historically justified in calling him ) had the early nurture of a scholar ; and through life he remained deeply grateful to the famous Camden , his master ...
... true labours of love . For the ' bricklayer ' ( as his opponents delighted to be historically justified in calling him ) had the early nurture of a scholar ; and through life he remained deeply grateful to the famous Camden , his master ...
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... true . Thou sayst that cannot be ; for thou hast seen Davis and Weever , and the best have been , And mine come nothing like . I hope so ; yet , As theirs did with thee , mine might credit get , 1 From the ( prose ) love - letters of ...
... true . Thou sayst that cannot be ; for thou hast seen Davis and Weever , and the best have been , And mine come nothing like . I hope so ; yet , As theirs did with thee , mine might credit get , 1 From the ( prose ) love - letters of ...
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... true , and all men's suffrage . But these ways Were not the paths I meant unto thy praise ; For seeliest ignorance on these may light , Which , when it sounds at best , but echoes right ; Or blind affection , which doth ne'er advance ...
... true , and all men's suffrage . But these ways Were not the paths I meant unto thy praise ; For seeliest ignorance on these may light , Which , when it sounds at best , but echoes right ; Or blind affection , which doth ne'er advance ...
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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.