Ben Jonson to DrydenThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 28
עמוד 41
... glory is but like a flower , Which both is bloom'd and blasted in an hour . In what we most repose We find our comfort light , The thing we soonest lose That's precious in our sight ; In honour , riches , might , Our lives in pawn we ...
... glory is but like a flower , Which both is bloom'd and blasted in an hour . In what we most repose We find our comfort light , The thing we soonest lose That's precious in our sight ; In honour , riches , might , Our lives in pawn we ...
עמוד 75
... glory : Whilst I , a swain , as weak in years as skill , Should in the valley hear them on the hill . Yet when my sheep have at the cistern been And I have brought them back to shear the green , To miss an idle hour , and not for meed ...
... glory : Whilst I , a swain , as weak in years as skill , Should in the valley hear them on the hill . Yet when my sheep have at the cistern been And I have brought them back to shear the green , To miss an idle hour , and not for meed ...
עמוד 76
... glory strove . He sung th ' heroic knights of Faiery - land In lines so elegant , of such command , That had the Thracian played but half so well , He had not left Eurydice in Hell . But ere he ended his melodious song An host of angels ...
... glory strove . He sung th ' heroic knights of Faiery - land In lines so elegant , of such command , That had the Thracian played but half so well , He had not left Eurydice in Hell . But ere he ended his melodious song An host of angels ...
עמוד 78
... glory of our isle , Thou far far more than mortal man , whose style Struck more men dumb to hearken to thy song Than Orpheus ' harp , or Tully's golden tongue . To him , as right , for wit's deep quintessence , For honour , valour ...
... glory of our isle , Thou far far more than mortal man , whose style Struck more men dumb to hearken to thy song Than Orpheus ' harp , or Tully's golden tongue . To him , as right , for wit's deep quintessence , For honour , valour ...
עמוד 90
... glory of these years ; I hitherto have only heard your fames , And know you yet but by your works and names : The little time I on the earth have spent Would not allow me any more content : I long to know you better , that's the truth ...
... glory of these years ; I hitherto have only heard your fames , And know you yet but by your works and names : The little time I on the earth have spent Would not allow me any more content : I long to know you better , that's the truth ...
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מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Absalom and Achitophel Æneid beauty Ben Jonson born breast breath bright Castara Comus Cowley crown dark death delight divine dost doth Dryden earth EDMUND W English English poetry eternal eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire flame flowers Giles Fletcher glory golden Gondibert grace hand happy hast hath heart heaven hell Herbert Herrick hill honour Hudibras Il Penseroso John Dryden Jonson King L'Allegro Lady light live Lord Lycidas Milton mind mistress Muse nature never night nymphs o'er odes once Paradise Lost Paradise Regained passion pleasure poem poet poet's poetic poetry praise pride reign rose sacred satire shade shepherds sighs sight sing sleep song sonnet soul spirits stars stream sweet tears temple thee thence thine things thou thought tree verse Waller wanton winds wings write youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 260 - Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
עמוד 323 - He scarce had ceased when the superior Fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
עמוד 442 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
עמוד 338 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair ? Which way I fly is hell ; myself am hell ; And in the lowest deep a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide ; To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
עמוד 467 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown : He raised a mortal to the skies: She drew an angel down.
עמוד 164 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't? Prithee, why so mute? Quit, quit, for shame, this will not move: This cannot take her. If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her!
עמוד 204 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
עמוד 343 - The birds their quire apply ; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on the eternal spring.
עמוד 310 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
עמוד 305 - Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment ? Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence.