The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, Volume 2Macmillan, 1882 - English poetry |
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... round him , he is , as we said , a man of letters , the friend of Drayton and Sir William Alexander , and the entertainer of Ben Jonson . Drummond is a literary and even learned poet . With Alex- ander , he deliberately preferred to ...
... round him , he is , as we said , a man of letters , the friend of Drayton and Sir William Alexander , and the entertainer of Ben Jonson . Drummond is a literary and even learned poet . With Alex- ander , he deliberately preferred to ...
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... round What is from ruin free ? The elements which be At variance , as we see , Each th ' other doth confound : The earth and air make war , The fire and water are Still wrestling at debate , All those through cold and heat Through ...
... round What is from ruin free ? The elements which be At variance , as we see , Each th ' other doth confound : The earth and air make war , The fire and water are Still wrestling at debate , All those through cold and heat Through ...
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... round about To find the evenest channel out . And if thou wilt go with me , Leaving mortal company , In the cool streams shalt thou lie , Free from harm as well as I ; I will give thee for thy food No fish that useth in the mud , But ...
... round about To find the evenest channel out . And if thou wilt go with me , Leaving mortal company , In the cool streams shalt thou lie , Free from harm as well as I ; I will give thee for thy food No fish that useth in the mud , But ...
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... round about with spies , Never dreaming loose desires , Doting at the altar dies ; Ilion , in a short hour , higher He can build , and once more fire . II . SONG TO BACCHUS . God Lyæus , ever young , Ever renown'd , ever sung ; Stain'd ...
... round about with spies , Never dreaming loose desires , Doting at the altar dies ; Ilion , in a short hour , higher He can build , and once more fire . II . SONG TO BACCHUS . God Lyæus , ever young , Ever renown'd , ever sung ; Stain'd ...
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... round ; For joy thus our wenches we follow . Wind jolly huntsmen , your neat bugles shrilly , Hounds make a lusty cry ; Spring up , you falconers , partridges freely Then let your brave hawks fly ! Horses amain , Over ridge , over plain ...
... round ; For joy thus our wenches we follow . Wind jolly huntsmen , your neat bugles shrilly , Hounds make a lusty cry ; Spring up , you falconers , partridges freely Then let your brave hawks fly ! Horses amain , Over ridge , over plain ...
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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.