The Poetical Works of Matthew Prior, כרך 1 |
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תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 35
עמוד iv
Cupid mistaken Venus mistaken A Song , “ If wine and music have the power The
Dove A Lover's Anger . Mercury and Cupid On Beauty . A Riddle The Question ,
to Lisetta . Lisetta's Reply The Garland The lady who offers her Looking - glass ...
Cupid mistaken Venus mistaken A Song , “ If wine and music have the power The
Dove A Lover's Anger . Mercury and Cupid On Beauty . A Riddle The Question ,
to Lisetta . Lisetta's Reply The Garland The lady who offers her Looking - glass ...
עמוד lxi
... songs by one Bonnesons , from which Love Disarmed , Cupid and Ganymede ,
and Cupid Mistaken , are said to be derived ; while a contributor to the “ Gen.
tleman's Magazine ” traces Cupid Mistaken , Venus Mistaken , and Chloe
Weeping ...
... songs by one Bonnesons , from which Love Disarmed , Cupid and Ganymede ,
and Cupid Mistaken , are said to be derived ; while a contributor to the “ Gen.
tleman's Magazine ” traces Cupid Mistaken , Venus Mistaken , and Chloe
Weeping ...
עמוד 40
15 10 HE am'rous youth , whose tender breast Was by his darling cat possest ,
Obtain'd of Venus his desire , Howe'er irregular his fire : Nature the pow'r of love
obey'd : The cat became a blushing maid ; And , on the happy change , the boy ...
15 10 HE am'rous youth , whose tender breast Was by his darling cat possest ,
Obtain'd of Venus his desire , Howe'er irregular his fire : Nature the pow'r of love
obey'd : The cat became a blushing maid ; And , on the happy change , the boy ...
עמוד 55
... Some favour'd swain , some true Alexis lies ; If Amaryllis breathes thy secret
pains , And thy fond heart beats measure to thy strains , Mayst thou , howe'er I
grieve , for ever find The flame propitious , and the lover kind : May Venus long
exert ...
... Some favour'd swain , some true Alexis lies ; If Amaryllis breathes thy secret
pains , And thy fond heart beats measure to thy strains , Mayst thou , howe'er I
grieve , for ever find The flame propitious , and the lover kind : May Venus long
exert ...
עמוד 70
Bid the warbling Nine retire : Venus , string thy servant's lyre : Love shall be my
endless theme : Pleasure shall triumph over Fame : And when these maxims I
decline , Apollo , may thy fate be mine : May I grasp at empty praise ; And lose the
...
Bid the warbling Nine retire : Venus , string thy servant's lyre : Love shall be my
endless theme : Pleasure shall triumph over Fame : And when these maxims I
decline , Apollo , may thy fate be mine : May I grasp at empty praise ; And lose the
...
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מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
The Poetical Works Of Matthew Prior: With A Life <span dir=ltr>Matthew Prior</span>,<span dir=ltr>John Mitford</span> אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2019 |
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
appear arms bear beauty bless breast bring called charms Cloe command court Cupid dear death delight desire doubt Earl earth Emma epigram equal eyes fair fame fate fear field flame force France French give grace grief hand happy head hear heart Heaven Henry hero honour hope hour human keep kind king known late laws leave letters light live look Lord lost maid matter mind Muse nature never night nymph o'er once pain peace plain play pleasure poems poet poor praise present pride Prior prove queen rage raise rest rise song soon stand tell thee things thou thought true turn Venus verse virtue wish write wrote young youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 108 - tis his fancy to run. At night he declines on his Thetis's breast. So when I am wearied with wandering all day, To thee, my delight, in the evening I come; No matter what beauties I saw in my way, They were but my visits, but thou art my home.
עמוד 134 - Poor little, pretty, fluttering thing, Must we no longer live together ? And dost thou prune thy trembling wing; To take thy flight thou know'st not whither ? Thy humorous vein, thy pleasing folly Lies all neglected, all forgot : And pensive, wavering, melancholy, Thou dread'st and hop'st thou know'st not what.
עמוד 181 - I pray you, tell anone ; For, in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone.
עמוד 250 - And sluttish plenty deck'd her table. Their beer was strong ; their wine was port ; Their meal was large ; their grace was short.
עמוד 107 - A BETTER ANSWER*. Dear Chloe, how blubbered is that pretty face ! Thy cheek all on fire, and thy hair all uncurled : Pr*ythee quit this caprice ; and (as old Falstaff says) Let us e'en talk a little like folks of this world.
עמוד 174 - Moved in the orb, pleased with the chimes, The foolish creature thinks he climbs : But here or there, turn wood or wire, . He never gets two inches higher. So fares it with those merry blades, That frisk it under Pindus' shades. In noble songs, and lofty odes, They tread on stars, and talk with Gods ; Still dancing in an airy round, Still pleased with their own verses' sound ; Brought back, how fast soe'er they go, Always aspiring, always low.
עמוד 173 - Dear Thomas, did'st thou never pop Thy head into a tin-man's shop? There, Thomas, did'st thou never see ('Tis but by way of Simile !) A squirrel spend his little rage, In jumping round a rolling cage ? The cage, as either side...
עמוד 33 - In vain you tell your parting lover, You wish fair winds may waft him over. Alas! what winds can happy prove, That bear me far from what I love? Alas ! what dangers on the main Can equal those that I sustain, From slighted vows, and cold disdain?
עמוד 205 - Did I but purpose to embark with thee On the smooth surface of a summer's sea; While gentle zephyrs play in prosperous gales, And fortune's favour fills the swelling sails; MO But would forsake the ship, and make the shore, When the winds whistle, and the tempests roar?
עמוד 132 - Whate'er thy countrymen have done, By law and wit, by sword and gun, In thee is faithfully recited ; And all the living world that view Thy work, give thee the praises due, At once instructed and delighted. ' " Yet for the fame of all these deeds, What beggar in the Invalides, With lameness broke, with blindness smitten, Wished ever decently to die, To have been either Mezeray, Or any monarch he has written?