Sir Philip SidneyMacmillan, 1886 - 200 страници |
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Страница 162 - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas, that I found not my heart more moved than with a trumpet; and yet it is sung by some blind crowder with no rougher voice than rude style ; which being so evil apparelled in the dust and cobweb of that uncivil age, what would it work trimmed in the gorgeous eloquence of Pindar?
Страница 154 - Whatever fades, but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might To that sweet yoke where lasting...
Страница 58 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide : To lose good days, that might be better spent ; To waste long nights in pensive discontent ; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow ; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow ; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Страница 131 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies, How silently, and with how wan a face ! What may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries...
Страница 134 - Having this day, my horse, my hand, my lance, Guided so well that I obtained the prize, Both by the judgment of the English eyes, And of some sent from that sweet enemy, — France...
Страница 115 - Ring out your bells, let mourning shows be spread ; For Love is dead. All Love is dead, infected With plague of deep disdain; Worth, as nought worth, rejected, And Faith fair scorn doth gain. From so ungrateful fancy, From such a female franzy, From them that use men thus, Good Lord, deliver us ! Weep, neighbours, weep ! do you not hear it said That Love is dead?
Страница 164 - What child is there that, coming to a play, and seeing Thebes written in great letters upon an old door, doth believe that it is Thebes?
Страница 151 - Why, alas, and are you he? Be not yet those fancies changed?" Dear, when you find change in me, Though from me you be estranged, Let my change to ruin be. "Well, in absence this will die; Leave to see and leave to wonder.