The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, Band 2Macmillan, 1882 |
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... sight , That they still were to run by her side , Through swords , through seas , whither she would ride . A translation from the Latin of Bonnefonius ( Jean Bonnefons ) . Do but look on her eyes , they do light BEN JONSON .
... sight , That they still were to run by her side , Through swords , through seas , whither she would ride . A translation from the Latin of Bonnefonius ( Jean Bonnefons ) . Do but look on her eyes , they do light BEN JONSON .
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... sight in mysteries : Upon each shoulder sits a milk - white dove , And at her feet do witty serpents move : Her spacious arms do reach from east to west , And you may see her heart shine through her breast . Her right hand holds a sun ...
... sight in mysteries : Upon each shoulder sits a milk - white dove , And at her feet do witty serpents move : Her spacious arms do reach from east to west , And you may see her heart shine through her breast . Her right hand holds a sun ...
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... sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appear , And make those flights upon the banks of Thames , That so did take Eliza and our James ! But stay , I see thee in the hemisphere Advanced , and made a constellation there ! Shine ...
... sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appear , And make those flights upon the banks of Thames , That so did take Eliza and our James ! But stay , I see thee in the hemisphere Advanced , and made a constellation there ! Shine ...
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... sight ? How poorly look'st thou , with what heavy cheer , Since that sun set , which made thee shine so bright ? Unhappy now thee close , for as of late To wond'ring eyes thou wast a paradise , Bereft of her who made thee fortunate , A ...
... sight ? How poorly look'st thou , with what heavy cheer , Since that sun set , which made thee shine so bright ? Unhappy now thee close , for as of late To wond'ring eyes thou wast a paradise , Bereft of her who made thee fortunate , A ...
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... sight . Phoebus , arise , SONG . And paint the sable skies With azure , white , and red ; Rouse Memnon's mother from her Tithon's bed , That she thy cáreer1 may with roses spread ; The nightingales thy coming each where sing ; Make an ...
... sight . Phoebus , arise , SONG . And paint the sable skies With azure , white , and red ; Rouse Memnon's mother from her Tithon's bed , That she thy cáreer1 may with roses spread ; The nightingales thy coming each where sing ; Make an ...
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Absalom and Achitophel Achitophel Anne Killigrew beauty Ben Jonson born breast breath bright Carew Castara Catullus Comus Cowley crown death delight died divine dost doth Dryden earth EDMUND W English English poetry eternal eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire flame flowers foes Giles Fletcher give glory grace hand happy hast hath heart heaven hell Herbert heroic couplet Herrick hill honour Hudibras John Dryden Jonson King Lady light lines live Lord Lycidas Milton mind mistress Muse nature never night o'er once Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained passion pleasure poems poet poetic poetry praise pride reign rhyme rose sacred satire shade shine sighs sight sing sleep song sonnet soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things thou thought tree verse Waller wanton winds wings write youth
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Seite 323 - Had ye been there — for what could that have done ? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore...
Seite 352 - 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.
Seite 307 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Seite 337 - 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.
Seite 184 - 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.
Seite 218 - 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.
Seite 326 - Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves; Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Seite 178 - 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?
Seite 311 - And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Seite 357 - 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.