The Poetical Works of Matthew Prior, כרך 2Bell, 1892 - 712 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 39
עמוד 11
... bear thy lot content ! yet cease to grieve : Why , ere death comes , dost thou forbear to live ? The little time thou hast , ' twixt instant now And fate's approach , is all the gods allow : And of this little hast thou ought to spare ...
... bear thy lot content ! yet cease to grieve : Why , ere death comes , dost thou forbear to live ? The little time thou hast , ' twixt instant now And fate's approach , is all the gods allow : And of this little hast thou ought to spare ...
עמוד 20
... bear her favour'd name , Thou gracious deign'st to let the fair one view . Her typic people ; thou with pleasure taught'st her To draw the bow , to slay the shaggy lion , And stop the spreading ruin of the plains . Happy the nymph , who ...
... bear her favour'd name , Thou gracious deign'st to let the fair one view . Her typic people ; thou with pleasure taught'st her To draw the bow , to slay the shaggy lion , And stop the spreading ruin of the plains . Happy the nymph , who ...
עמוד 44
... bear and fiddle ? Yet he , consummate master , knew When to recede , and where pursue ; His noble negligences teach What others ' toils despair to reach . He , perfect dancer , climbs the rope , * And balances your fear and hope : If ...
... bear and fiddle ? Yet he , consummate master , knew When to recede , and where pursue ; His noble negligences teach What others ' toils despair to reach . He , perfect dancer , climbs the rope , * And balances your fear and hope : If ...
עמוד 58
... bear : Before you see , you smell your toast ; And sweetest she who stinks the most . The finest sparks and cleanest beaux Drip from the shoulders to the toes : How sleek their skins ! their joints how easy ! There slovens only are not ...
... bear : Before you see , you smell your toast ; And sweetest she who stinks the most . The finest sparks and cleanest beaux Drip from the shoulders to the toes : How sleek their skins ! their joints how easy ! There slovens only are not ...
עמוד 78
... , with your philosophy— That people live and die , I knew An hour ago , as well as you . And , if Fate spins us longer years , Or is in haste to take the shears , I know we must both fortunes try , And bear 78 THE POEMS.
... , with your philosophy— That people live and die , I knew An hour ago , as well as you . And , if Fate spins us longer years , Or is in haste to take the shears , I know we must both fortunes try , And bear 78 THE POEMS.
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מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
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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...