The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, Volume 2Macmillan, 1882 |
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... Grace for a Child · The Dirge of Jephthah's Daughter Ode to Endymion Porter . What Love is • Upon Prew his Maid The White Island Music · Oberon's Feast • To Phillis . • WILLIAM HABINGTON ( 1605-1654 ) To Roses in the bosom of Castara ...
... Grace for a Child · The Dirge of Jephthah's Daughter Ode to Endymion Porter . What Love is • Upon Prew his Maid The White Island Music · Oberon's Feast • To Phillis . • WILLIAM HABINGTON ( 1605-1654 ) To Roses in the bosom of Castara ...
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... grace which he is not so usually supposed to have possessed . In the collection called the Forest , small as it is , Jonson has done the greatest justice to the variety of poetic styles of which ( in addition to the dramatic ) he was ...
... grace which he is not so usually supposed to have possessed . In the collection called the Forest , small as it is , Jonson has done the greatest justice to the variety of poetic styles of which ( in addition to the dramatic ) he was ...
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... grace ; Robes loosely flowing , hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art : They strike mine eyes , but not my heart . CHARIS ' TRIUMPH . [ One of the ten pieces forming A Celebration of Charis in ...
... grace ; Robes loosely flowing , hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art : They strike mine eyes , but not my heart . CHARIS ' TRIUMPH . [ One of the ten pieces forming A Celebration of Charis in ...
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... grace Sheds itself through the face , As alone there triúmphs to the life All the gain , all the good of the elements ' strife . Have you seen but a bright lily grow Before rude hands have touched it ? Have you marked but the fall o ...
... grace Sheds itself through the face , As alone there triúmphs to the life All the gain , all the good of the elements ' strife . Have you seen but a bright lily grow Before rude hands have touched it ? Have you marked but the fall o ...
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... grace and feature , As Heaven and Nature seemed to strive Which owned the creature . Years he numbered scarce thirteen When Fates turned cruel , Yet three filled zodiacs had he been The stage's jewel ; And did act , what now we moan ...
... grace and feature , As Heaven and Nature seemed to strive Which owned the creature . Years he numbered scarce thirteen When Fates turned cruel , Yet three filled zodiacs had he been The stage's jewel ; And did act , what now we moan ...
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Absalom and Achitophel Achitophel Anne Killigrew beauty Ben Jonson born breast breath bright Carew Castara Catullus Comus Cowley crown death delight died divine dost doth Dryden earth EDMUND W English English poetry eternal eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire flame flowers foes Giles Fletcher give glory grace hand happy hast hath heart heaven hell Herbert heroic couplet Herrick hill honour Hudibras John Dryden Jonson King Lady light lines live Lord Lycidas Milton mind mistress Muse nature never night o'er once Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained passion pleasure poems poet poetic poetry praise pride reign rhyme rose sacred satire shade shine sighs sight sing sleep song sonnet soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things thou thought tree verse Waller wanton winds wings write youth
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Page 323 - Had ye been there — for what could that have done ? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore...
Page 352 - 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.
Page 307 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 337 - 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.
Page 184 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 218 - 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.
Page 326 - Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves; Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Page 178 - 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?
Page 311 - And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Page 357 - 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.