The Poetical Works of Matthew Prior, כרך 2Bell, 1892 - 712 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 46
עמוד 13
... arm , and with her sceptre struck The yawning cliff : from its disparted height Adown the mount the gushing torrent ran , And cheer'd the valleys : there the heavenly mother Bath'd , mighty king , thy tender limbs : she wrapt them In ...
... arm , and with her sceptre struck The yawning cliff : from its disparted height Adown the mount the gushing torrent ran , And cheer'd the valleys : there the heavenly mother Bath'd , mighty king , thy tender limbs : she wrapt them In ...
עמוד 14
... arms ; Industrious with the warlike din to quell 60 70 Thy infant cries and mock the ear of Saturn . Swift growth and wondrous grace , O heavenly Jove , Waited thy blooming years : inventive wit , And perfect judgment , crown'd thy ...
... arms ; Industrious with the warlike din to quell 60 70 Thy infant cries and mock the ear of Saturn . Swift growth and wondrous grace , O heavenly Jove , Waited thy blooming years : inventive wit , And perfect judgment , crown'd thy ...
עמוד 18
... arm by thee , great God , directed , Sends forth a certain wound . The laurel'd bard , Inspir'd by thee , composes verse immortal . Taught by thy art divine , the sage physician Eludes the urn ; and chains , or exiles death . Thee ...
... arm by thee , great God , directed , Sends forth a certain wound . The laurel'd bard , Inspir'd by thee , composes verse immortal . Taught by thy art divine , the sage physician Eludes the urn ; and chains , or exiles death . Thee ...
עמוד 20
... arms unequal . Iö ! while thy unerring hand elanc'd Another , and another dart ; the people Joyful repeated Iö ! Iö Pean ! Elance the dart , Apollo : for the safety 121 130 And health of man , gracious thy mother bore thee . Envy , thy ...
... arms unequal . Iö ! while thy unerring hand elanc'd Another , and another dart ; the people Joyful repeated Iö ! Iö Pean ! Elance the dart , Apollo : for the safety 121 130 And health of man , gracious thy mother bore thee . Envy , thy ...
עמוד 31
... arm sustains the quarrel . Besides , the nostrils , ears , and eyes , Are not his parts , but his allies ; E'en what you hear the tongue proclaim Comes ab origine from them . What could the head perform alone , If all their friendly ...
... arm sustains the quarrel . Besides , the nostrils , ears , and eyes , Are not his parts , but his allies ; E'en what you hear the tongue proclaim Comes ab origine from them . What could the head perform alone , If all their friendly ...
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מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Abra Alma APOLLO arms Bayes beasts beauty Bishop Burnet blest bright call'd charms Columbo command confest court crown'd cruel cruel doubt dame dead death delight derry destin'd Dick Dryden earth fable fair fame fate fear flame goddess grief Grimalkin hand hast hear heart Heaven HINCHINBROKE Hind honour hope I'gad I'm a slave John Jove king labour Lady live Lord lov'd Lucretius lyre maid MARGARET CAVENDISH Matthew Prior mice mighty mind mourn mouse muse ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er Ovid pain Panther passion plain pleas'd pleasure poem poet praise pray pride Prior queen quoth rage receiv'd rising satyr shade sighs sing Smith song sorrow soul t'other tears tell thee thing thou thought throne truth verse vex'd VICAR OF BRAY Virgil virtue whence Whilst wife wise
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 86 - He hath made every thing beautiful in his time : also he hath set the world in their heart; so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.
עמוד 145 - ... or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern. Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was : and the spirit shall return unto GOD Who gave it.
עמוד 86 - I know that, whatsoever God doeth, it shall be for ever: nothing can be put to it, nor any thing taken from it: and God doeth it, that men should fear before him.
עמוד 197 - With all the tender things, I swear, Whilst all the house my passion reads, In papers round her baby's hair. She may receive and own my flame, For though the strictest prudes should know it, She'll pass for a most virtuous dame, And I for an unhappy poet. Then too, alas ! when she shall tear The lines some younger rival sends, She'll give me leave to write I fear, And we shall still continue friends. For as our different ages move, 'Tis so ordained, would fate but mend it ! That I shall be past making...
עמוד 308 - Till grown more frugal in his riper days, He paid some bards with port, and some with praise; To some a dry rehearsal was assign'd, And others (harder still) he paid in kind.
עמוד 86 - And further, by these, my son, be admonished : of making many books there is no end ; and much study is a weariness of the flesh.
עמוד 22 - And, finishing its act, exists no more : Thus in obedience to what heaven decrees, Knowledge shall fail, and prophecy shall cease ; But lasting Charity's more ample sway, Nor bound by time, nor subject to decay, In happy triumph shall for ever live, And endless good diffuse, and endless praise receive.
עמוד 22 - Soft, peace she brings wherever she arrives ; She builds our quiet, as she forms our lives ; Lays the rough paths of peevish nature even ; And opens in each heart a little heav'n.
עמוד 235 - Lady Jenny frisk about, And visit with her cousins ? At balls must she make all the rout, And bring home hearts by dozens ? " What has she better, pray, than I, What hidden charms to boast, That all mankind for her should die ; Whilst I am scarce a toast ? " Dearest mamma! for once let me, Unchain'd, my fortune try ; I'll have my earl as well as she,* Or know the reason why. " I'll soon with Jenny's pride quit score, Make all her lovers fall: They'll grieve I was not loos'd before; She, I was loos'd...
עמוד 179 - WHEN crowding folks with strange ill faces Were making legs and begging places, And some with patents, some with merit, 'Tir'd out my good Lord Dorset's spirit: Sneaking I stood amongst the crew, Desiring much to speak with you. I waited while the clock struck thrice, And footman brought out fifty lies; Till, patience...