The Poetical Works of Matthew Prior, כרך 2Bell, 1892 - 712 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 54
עמוד 4
... nature , and his colouring was fresh , but as to his portraits , they were not much to his honour , though he finished them as highly as he did his flowers , which he always took care to introduce in every portrait . " He died 1710 ...
... nature , and his colouring was fresh , but as to his portraits , they were not much to his honour , though he finished them as highly as he did his flowers , which he always took care to introduce in every portrait . " He died 1710 ...
עמוד 5
... nature pointed out the view ; Ere Gothic forms were known in Greece , To spoil the well - proportion'd piece ; And in our verse ere monkish rhymes Had jangled their fantastic chimes ; Ere on the flowery lands of Rhodes Those knights had ...
... nature pointed out the view ; Ere Gothic forms were known in Greece , To spoil the well - proportion'd piece ; And in our verse ere monkish rhymes Had jangled their fantastic chimes ; Ere on the flowery lands of Rhodes Those knights had ...
עמוד 12
... high Parrhasia's cliffs retir'd , And wild Lycæus , black with shading pines : Holy retreat ! Sithence no female hither , Conscious of social love and nature's rites , Must dare 12 THE POEMS The first Hymn of Callimachus To Jupiter.
... high Parrhasia's cliffs retir'd , And wild Lycæus , black with shading pines : Holy retreat ! Sithence no female hither , Conscious of social love and nature's rites , Must dare 12 THE POEMS The first Hymn of Callimachus To Jupiter.
עמוד 13
Matthew Prior Reginald Brimley Johnson. Conscious of social love and nature's rites , Must dare approach , from the inferior reptile To woman , form divine . There the blest parent Ungirt her spacious bosom , and discharg'd 20 The ...
Matthew Prior Reginald Brimley Johnson. Conscious of social love and nature's rites , Must dare approach , from the inferior reptile To woman , form divine . There the blest parent Ungirt her spacious bosom , and discharg'd 20 The ...
עמוד 17
... Nature stands ; And seas subside , obedient to the sound Of Iö , Iö Pean ! nor dares Thetis Longer bewail her lov'd Achilles ' death ; For Phoebus was his foe . Nor must sad Niobe In fruitless sorrow persevere , or weep E'en through the ...
... Nature stands ; And seas subside , obedient to the sound Of Iö , Iö Pean ! nor dares Thetis Longer bewail her lov'd Achilles ' death ; For Phoebus was his foe . Nor must sad Niobe In fruitless sorrow persevere , or weep E'en through the ...
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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...