The Poetical Works of Matthew Prior, כרך 2Bell, 1892 - 712 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 42
עמוד 18
... pain dragg'd her distended udder ; And ewes , that erst brought forth but single lambs , Now dropp'd their twofold burthens . cattle , Blest the On which Apollo cast his favouring eye ! But Phoebus , thou to man beneficent , Delight'st ...
... pain dragg'd her distended udder ; And ewes , that erst brought forth but single lambs , Now dropp'd their twofold burthens . cattle , Blest the On which Apollo cast his favouring eye ! But Phoebus , thou to man beneficent , Delight'st ...
עמוד 25
... pains ; And Faith and Hope themselves shall die ; While deathless Charity remains . WRITTEN IN MONTAIGNE'S ESSAYS , GIVEN TO THE DUKE OF SHREWSBURY IN FRANCE , AFTER THE PEACE , MDCCXIII . ICTATE , O mighty judge , what thou hast seen ...
... pains ; And Faith and Hope themselves shall die ; While deathless Charity remains . WRITTEN IN MONTAIGNE'S ESSAYS , GIVEN TO THE DUKE OF SHREWSBURY IN FRANCE , AFTER THE PEACE , MDCCXIII . ICTATE , O mighty judge , what thou hast seen ...
עמוד 26
... pains that for thy Britain's sake My past has took , or future life may take , Be grateful to my Queen ; permit my prayer , And with this gift reward my total care . Will thy indulgent hand , fair saint , allow The boon ? and will thy ...
... pains that for thy Britain's sake My past has took , or future life may take , Be grateful to my Queen ; permit my prayer , And with this gift reward my total care . Will thy indulgent hand , fair saint , allow The boon ? and will thy ...
עמוד 28
... pains Shall be to future times convey'd . It thus begins : Here Matthew said , Alma in verse , in prose the mind , By Aristotle's pen defin'd , Throughout the body squat or tall , Is , bona fide , all in all . And yet , slap - dash , is ...
... pains Shall be to future times convey'd . It thus begins : Here Matthew said , Alma in verse , in prose the mind , By Aristotle's pen defin'd , Throughout the body squat or tall , Is , bona fide , all in all . And yet , slap - dash , is ...
עמוד 35
... pain or pleasure , grief or laughter ; As we shall show at large hereafter . Mature , if not improv'd by time , Up to the heart she loves to climb ; From thence , compell'd by craft and age , She makes the head her latest stage . 240 ...
... pain or pleasure , grief or laughter ; As we shall show at large hereafter . Mature , if not improv'd by time , Up to the heart she loves to climb ; From thence , compell'd by craft and age , She makes the head her latest stage . 240 ...
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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...