Death's jest-book; or, The fool's tragedy [by T.L. Beddoes, ed. by T.F. Kelsall].William Pickering, 1850 - Всего страниц: 174 |
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Стр. 125 - By male voices We have crowned thee queen of women, Since love's love, the rose, hath kept her Court within thy lips and blushes, And thine eye, in beauty swimming, Kissing, we rendered up the sceptre, At whose touch the startled soul Like an ocean bounds and gushes...
Стр. 177 - Preserving all the piety of George Herbert, they have less of his quaint and fantastic turns, with a much larger infusion of poetic feeling and expression.
Стр. 127 - A cypress-bough, and a rose-wreath sweet, A wedding-robe, and a winding-sheet, A bridal-bed and a bier. Thine be the kisses, maid, And smiling Love's alarms; And thou, pale youth, be laid In the grave's cold arms. Each in his own charms, Death and Hymen both are here; So up with scythe and torch...
Стр. 126 - I'll forgive thee still; Thou'rt fair without thy will. So be: but never know, That 'tis the hue of woe. Lady, was it fair of thee To be so gentle still to me? Not every lip to every eye Should let smiles fly. Why didst thou never frown, To frighten from my pillow Love's head, round which Hope wove a crown, And saw not 'twas of willow? But I'll forgive thee still Thou knew'st not smiles could kill. Smile on: but never know, I die, nor of what woe.
Стр. 67 - Not given to affections. Sire and mother And sister I had never, and so feel not Why sin 'gainst them should count so doubly wicked, This side o' th' sun. If you would wound your foe, Get swords that pierce the mind : a bodily slice Is cured by surgeon's butter : let true hate Leap the flesh wall, or fling his fiery deeds Into the soul. So he can marry, Athulf, And then — Athulf. Peace, wicked-hearted slave...
Стр. 154 - White and clattering, grassy and yellow; The partners are waiting, so strike up a jig, Dance and be merry, for Death's a droll fellow.
Стр. 78 - Dead.—As he fell there was a tearing sigh : Earth stood on him; her roots were in his heart; They fell together. Caesar and his world Lie in the Capitol; and Jove lies there, With all the gods of Rome and of Olympus ; Corpses: and does the eagle batten on them ? No; she is flown: the owl sits in her nest; The toge is cut for cowls; and falsehood dozes In the chair of freedom, triple-crowned beast, King Cerberus.
Стр. 86 - What you start from is nothing so definite as an emotion, in any ordinary sense; it is still more certainly not an idea; it is - to adapt two lines of Beddoes to a different meaning - a bodiless childful of life in the gloom Crying with frog voice, 'what shall I be?