The Works of Ben Jonson: With Notes Critical and Explanatory, and a Biographical Memoir, כרך 8Bickers and Son, 1875 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 68
עמוד ix
... poets are far rarer births than kings . 80. On Life and Death 187 The ports of death are sins of life good deeds . 81. To Prowle , the Plagiary 187 Forbear to tempt me , Prowle , I will not show . 82. On cashiered Captain Surly 187 ...
... poets are far rarer births than kings . 80. On Life and Death 187 The ports of death are sins of life good deeds . 81. To Prowle , the Plagiary 187 Forbear to tempt me , Prowle , I will not show . 82. On cashiered Captain Surly 187 ...
עמוד xiii
... Poems 281 POEMS OF DEVOTION . 285 THE SINNER'S SACRIFICE . 1. To the Holy Trinity O holy , blessed , glorious Trinity . 2. An Hymn to God the Father Hear me , O God . 287 • 289 3. An Hymn on the Nativity of my Saviour I sing the birth ...
... Poems 281 POEMS OF DEVOTION . 285 THE SINNER'S SACRIFICE . 1. To the Holy Trinity O holy , blessed , glorious Trinity . 2. An Hymn to God the Father Hear me , O God . 287 • 289 3. An Hymn on the Nativity of my Saviour I sing the birth ...
עמוד xiv
... Poems . 1. The Musical Strife : A Pastoral Dialogue Come , with our voices let us war . 305 ✓ 2. A Song 306 Oh do not wanton with those eyes . 3. In the person of Womankind . A Song Apologetic . Men , if you love us , play no more ...
... Poems . 1. The Musical Strife : A Pastoral Dialogue Come , with our voices let us war . 305 ✓ 2. A Song 306 Oh do not wanton with those eyes . 3. In the person of Womankind . A Song Apologetic . Men , if you love us , play no more ...
עמוד 7
... poems on the Times : the style and manner of which Jonson has imitated with equal spirit and humour . The allusion to his " picture in the front ... poem not long before And dropt her needle ! fish - wives stay'd their TIME VINDICATED . 7.
... poems on the Times : the style and manner of which Jonson has imitated with equal spirit and humour . The allusion to his " picture in the front ... poem not long before And dropt her needle ! fish - wives stay'd their TIME VINDICATED . 7.
עמוד 9
... poem in her belly now , Big as a colt Ears . That kicks at Time already . Eyes . And is no sooner foal'd , but will neigh sulphur . Fame . The next . Ears . A quondam justice , that of late poems ; Hath been discarded out o ' the pack ...
... poem in her belly now , Big as a colt Ears . That kicks at Time already . Eyes . And is no sooner foal'd , but will neigh sulphur . Fame . The next . Ears . A quondam justice , that of late poems ; Hath been discarded out o ' the pack ...
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מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Acci appears beauty Ben Jonson better brave call'd called canst Chimæra CHLORIDIA countess countess of Bedford court dance dare death delight dost doth earl ears ELEGY envy epigram EPISTLE epitaph eyes fair fame fate father favour fear Fitz folio fool fortune Francis Beaumont give glory grace hath heart heaven honour Inigo Jones James Johp Jonson king lady learned light lines live look lord Love's lover Masque master mistress muse ne'er never noble PAN'S ANNIVERSARY person piece play poem poet poet's poetry praise prince queen reader rhyme Richard Brome Robert Wroth says scarce Shakspeare shew Sidney sing sir Henry sir Henry Carey sir Philip Sidney SONG soul speak spirit sweet tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought triumph true truth unto verses virtue Vitruvius WHAL Whalley word worthy write
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 320 - Yet must I not give Nature all : thy art My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter, Nature be, His art doth give the fashion.
עמוד 260 - 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. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee...
עמוד 320 - And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines! Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit, As, since, she will vouchsafe no other wit. The merry Greek, tart Aristophanes, Neat Terence, witty Plautus, now not please, But antiquated and deserted lie As they were not of Nature's family.
עמוד 317 - Above the ill fortune of them, or the need : I, therefore, will begin : — Soul of the age, The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage, My Shakspeare, rise ! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser; or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room * : Thou art a monument without a tomb ; And art alive still, while thy book doth live, And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
עמוד 425 - My conceit of his person was never increased toward him by his place or honours ; but I have and do reverence him for the greatness that was only proper to himself; in that he seemed to me ever by his work one of the greatest men and most worthy of admiration that had been in many ages. In his adversity I ever prayed that God would give him strength, for greatness he could not want...
עמוד 296 - Through swords, through seas, whither she would ride. Do but look on her eyes, they do light All that Love's world compriseth! Do but look on her hair, it is bright As Love's star when it riseth!
עמוד 30 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known; In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...
עמוד 222 - Weep with me, all you that read This little story : And know, for whom a tear you shed Death's self is sorry. 'Twas a child that so did thrive In grace and feature, As heaven and nature seemed to strive Which owned the creature.
עמוד 319 - Euripides, and Sophocles to us, Pacuvius, Accius, him of Cordova dead, To life again, to hear thy buskin tread, And shake a stage; or, when thy socks were on, Leave thee alone for the comparison Of all that insolent Greece or haughty Rome Sent forth, or since did from their ashes come.
עמוד 296 - Or the nard in the fire ? Or have tasted the bag of the bee ? O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she! From...