The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland, Том 1Harper & brothers, 1856 |
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... Sweet Neglect .. • Advice to a Reckless Youth • Love - Lovel and Host of the New Inn ... A Scene from the Alchemist .. The Fall of Catiline The Golden Age Restored ... BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER .. PAGE 305 306 • 307 307 310 313 316 316 316 ...
... Sweet Neglect .. • Advice to a Reckless Youth • Love - Lovel and Host of the New Inn ... A Scene from the Alchemist .. The Fall of Catiline The Golden Age Restored ... BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER .. PAGE 305 306 • 307 307 310 313 316 316 316 ...
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... sweet verse . ' Cadmon thus composed many poems on the Bible histories , and on miscel- laneous religious subjects , and some of these have been preserved . His ac- count of the Fall of Man is not unlike that which is given in ...
... sweet verse . ' Cadmon thus composed many poems on the Bible histories , and on miscel- laneous religious subjects , and some of these have been preserved . His ac- count of the Fall of Man is not unlike that which is given in ...
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... sweet Enlumined all Italy of poetry . During the whole of this rapid advancement of Chaucer's fortunes , John of Ghent , Duke of Lancaster , had been his professed patron and personal friend ; and at the duke's suggestion , he married ...
... sweet Enlumined all Italy of poetry . During the whole of this rapid advancement of Chaucer's fortunes , John of Ghent , Duke of Lancaster , had been his professed patron and personal friend ; and at the duke's suggestion , he married ...
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... sweet - farewell mine Emily ! And softe take me in your armes tway For love of God , and hearkeneth what I say . ' I have here with my cousin Palamon Had strife and rancour many a day agone For love of you , and for my jealousy ; And ...
... sweet - farewell mine Emily ! And softe take me in your armes tway For love of God , and hearkeneth what I say . ' I have here with my cousin Palamon Had strife and rancour many a day agone For love of you , and for my jealousy ; And ...
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... sweet ! are ye a worldly creature , Or heavenly thing in likeness of nature ? Or are ye god Cupidis own princess , And comin are to loose me out of band ? Or are ye very Nature the goddess , That have depainted with your heavenly hand ...
... sweet ! are ye a worldly creature , Or heavenly thing in likeness of nature ? Or are ye god Cupidis own princess , And comin are to loose me out of band ? Or are ye very Nature the goddess , That have depainted with your heavenly hand ...
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Стр. 316 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Стр. 302 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Стр. 311 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...
Стр. 490 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms. Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
Стр. 478 - 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.
Стр. 478 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so ; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Стр. 303 - To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time.
Стр. 304 - tis too horrible. The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Стр. 307 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Стр. 305 - She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man ; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake : She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them.