Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love, Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain; Suns, that set, may rise again ; . But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual... Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed an Historical ... - Стр. 388авторы: George Ellis - 1803 - Страниц: 458Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
| Richard Harp, Stanley Stewart - 2000 - Страниц: 238
...Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love; Time will not be ours forever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain....we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night. (3.7.165- 72) Through these first eight lines Jonson's "Song" is a close yet graceful paraphrase of... | |
| Peter Holland - 2000 - Страниц: 376
...her of the privacy that they enjoy: Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love; Cannot we delude the eyes Of a few poor household spies? Or his easier ears beguile, Thus removed by our wile? 'Tis no sin love's fruits to steal. But the sweet thefts to reveal: To be... | |
| Paul A. Mellow - 2002 - Страниц: 302
...itself becomes the very epitome of darkness and there is no Light at all. Ben Johnson put it well: "Suns that set may rise again, But if once we lose this light, Tis with us perpetual night!" —Song to Celia The Light of the World, however, is about to come back to the foreground, as the Lamb... | |
| Susan Stewart - 2002 - Страниц: 472
...Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love; Time will not be ours forever; He at length our good will sever. Spend not then his gifts in vain. Suns that set may rise again,But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night. Why should we defer our joys? Fame... | |
| Ben Jonson - 2003 - Страниц: 130
...let us prove. While we may, the sports of love; Time will not be ours, for ever: He, at length, our good will sever. Spend not then his gifts in vain....we defer our joys? Fame, and rumour are but toys. 10 Cannot we delude the eyes Of a few poor household spies? Or his easier ears beguile, So removed... | |
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