The Poetical Works of Matthew Prior, כרך 1 |
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עמוד 38
184 Thus , without much delight , or grief , I fool away an idle life ; Till Shadwell
from the town retires , ( Chok'd up with fame and sea - coal fires , ) To bless the
wood with peaceful lyric ; Then hey for praise and panegyric ; Justice restor'd ,
and ...
184 Thus , without much delight , or grief , I fool away an idle life ; Till Shadwell
from the town retires , ( Chok'd up with fame and sea - coal fires , ) To bless the
wood with peaceful lyric ; Then hey for praise and panegyric ; Justice restor'd ,
and ...
עמוד 41
HILE from our looks , fair nymph , you guess The secret passions of our mind , My
heavy eyes , you say , confess A heart to love and grief inclin'd . There needs ,
alas ! but little art , To have this fatal secret found : With the same ease you threw
...
HILE from our looks , fair nymph , you guess The secret passions of our mind , My
heavy eyes , you say , confess A heart to love and grief inclin'd . There needs ,
alas ! but little art , To have this fatal secret found : With the same ease you threw
...
עמוד 42
The nymphs and shepherds round him came : His grief some pity , others blame ;
The fatal cause all kindly seek : He mingled his concern with theirs ; He gave ' em
back their friendly tears ; He sigh'd , but would not speak . 10 Clorinda came ...
The nymphs and shepherds round him came : His grief some pity , others blame ;
The fatal cause all kindly seek : He mingled his concern with theirs ; He gave ' em
back their friendly tears ; He sigh'd , but would not speak . 10 Clorinda came ...
עמוד 64
If press'd by grief our monarch stoops ; In vain the British lions roar : If he , whose
hand sustain'd them , droops , The Belgic darts will wound no more . Embattled
princes wait the chief , Whose voice should rule , whose arm should lead ; And ...
If press'd by grief our monarch stoops ; In vain the British lions roar : If he , whose
hand sustain'd them , droops , The Belgic darts will wound no more . Embattled
princes wait the chief , Whose voice should rule , whose arm should lead ; And ...
עמוד 65
Thou , guardian angel , save the land From thy own grief , her fiercest foe : Lest
Britain , rescued by thy hand , Should bend and sink beneath thy woe . Her
former triumphs all are vain , Unless new trophies still be sought ; And hoary
majesty ...
Thou , guardian angel , save the land From thy own grief , her fiercest foe : Lest
Britain , rescued by thy hand , Should bend and sink beneath thy woe . Her
former triumphs all are vain , Unless new trophies still be sought ; And hoary
majesty ...
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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?
מידע ביבליוגרפי
| כותרת | The Poetical Works of Matthew Prior, כרך 1 The Poetical Works of Matthew Prior, Reginald Brimley Johnson |
| מאת | Matthew Prior |
| הוצאה | George Bell, 1907 |
| מקור מאת | אוניברסיטת הרווארד |
| דיגיטלי | 17 פברואר 2006 |
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