The Poetical Works of Matthew Prior, כרך 2Bell, 1892 - 712 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 37
עמוד 11
... o'er Scotia's hills convey . When mortal man resigns his transient breath , The body only I give o'er to death ; The parts dissolv'd and broken frame I mourn : What came from earth I see to earth return . The immaterial part , the ...
... o'er Scotia's hills convey . When mortal man resigns his transient breath , The body only I give o'er to death ; The parts dissolv'd and broken frame I mourn : What came from earth I see to earth return . The immaterial part , the ...
עמוד 15
... O'er hanging cliffs , who spreads his net successful , And guides the arrow through the panther's heart . The soldier , from successful camps returning With laurel wreath'd , and rich with hostile spoil , Severs the bull to Mars . The ...
... O'er hanging cliffs , who spreads his net successful , And guides the arrow through the panther's heart . The soldier , from successful camps returning With laurel wreath'd , and rich with hostile spoil , Severs the bull to Mars . The ...
עמוד 43
... o'er hills and valleys went , To wanton with the sprightly dame , And in his pleasure lost his fame . Bold is the critic who dares prove These heroes were no friends to love : And bolder he , who dares aver , That they were enemies to ...
... o'er hills and valleys went , To wanton with the sprightly dame , And in his pleasure lost his fame . Bold is the critic who dares prove These heroes were no friends to love : And bolder he , who dares aver , That they were enemies to ...
עמוד 49
... o'er the shield ? Which shows the breast , that plate was us'd to , Had an ally right arm to trust to : And , by the peep - holes in his crest , Is it not virtually confest , That there his eyes took distant aim , And glanc'd respect to ...
... o'er the shield ? Which shows the breast , that plate was us'd to , Had an ally right arm to trust to : And , by the peep - holes in his crest , Is it not virtually confest , That there his eyes took distant aim , And glanc'd respect to ...
עמוד 53
... o'er thy sad distress : And Venus shall the texture bless . He o'er the weeping nun has drawn Such artful folds of sacred lawn ; That love , with equal grief and pride , Shall see the crime he strives to hide ; And , softly drawing back ...
... o'er thy sad distress : And Venus shall the texture bless . He o'er the weeping nun has drawn Such artful folds of sacred lawn ; That love , with equal grief and pride , Shall see the crime he strives to hide ; And , softly drawing back ...
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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...