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... Praise of Fortune ( from Old Fortunatus ) Rustic Song ( from The Sun's Darling ) JOHN FORD ( 1586-1640 ? ) Penthea's ... praise of Spenser A lament for his friend 76 76 * 8 8 8 * 3 OR 71 72 73 73 74 75 The praise of Sidney A colour ...
... Praise of Fortune ( from Old Fortunatus ) Rustic Song ( from The Sun's Darling ) JOHN FORD ( 1586-1640 ? ) Penthea's ... praise of Spenser A lament for his friend 76 76 * 8 8 8 * 3 OR 71 72 73 73 74 75 The praise of Sidney A colour ...
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... Praise of his Mistress 81 82 83 84 85 85 W. T. Arnold 86 · 90 • 91 . 95 · 97 · 99 • ΙΟΙ • 102 103 Prof. J. W. Hales 104 тоб Prof. J. W. Hales 108 • 109 · 109 Edmund W. Gosse III • 115 · 115 116 · 117 118 118 119 · 119 120 121 122 122 ...
... Praise of his Mistress 81 82 83 84 85 85 W. T. Arnold 86 · 90 • 91 . 95 · 97 · 99 • ΙΟΙ • 102 103 Prof. J. W. Hales 104 тоб Prof. J. W. Hales 108 • 109 · 109 Edmund W. Gosse III • 115 · 115 116 · 117 118 118 119 · 119 120 121 122 122 ...
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... Praise of the Thames Against Love Song from The Sophy 282 283 283 284 . Extract from The Elegy on Cowley THOMAS STANLEY ( 1625-1678 ) Celia Singing The Tomb SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT ( 1605-1668 ) Extract from Gondibert Song On the Captivity ...
... Praise of the Thames Against Love Song from The Sophy 282 283 283 284 . Extract from The Elegy on Cowley THOMAS STANLEY ( 1625-1678 ) Celia Singing The Tomb SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT ( 1605-1668 ) Extract from Gondibert Song On the Captivity ...
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... century , who in many respects ( not including creative gifts ) so strangely resembles him , he loved to measure and qualify even the praise which came warmest from his heart . In order to judge of 2 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... century , who in many respects ( not including creative gifts ) so strangely resembles him , he loved to measure and qualify even the praise which came warmest from his heart . In order to judge of 2 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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... praise which from Jonson weighs heaviest - the praise of Shakspere's art — was precisely that of which many generations delighting in the poet's ' native woodnotes wild ' failed to understand the meaning . As a matter of course , Jonson ...
... praise which from Jonson weighs heaviest - the praise of Shakspere's art — was precisely that of which many generations delighting in the poet's ' native woodnotes wild ' failed to understand the meaning . As a matter of course , Jonson ...
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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
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.