A History of Elizabethan LiteratureMacmillan, 1891 - Всего страниц: 471 |
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... thee beseems To labour now no more . But thou , I think , Don Plato's part will play With book in hand , To have thy dying day . " -- To these four , of whom some substantive notice has been given , many shadowy names might be added if ...
... thee beseems To labour now no more . But thou , I think , Don Plato's part will play With book in hand , To have thy dying day . " -- To these four , of whom some substantive notice has been given , many shadowy names might be added if ...
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... Thee one vtterlie ignorant , the oother meanlye letterd . Thee ignorant wyl imagin , that thee passage was nothing craggye , in as much as M. Phaere hath broken thee ice before me : Thee meaner clarcks wyl suppose my trauail in theese ...
... Thee one vtterlie ignorant , the oother meanlye letterd . Thee ignorant wyl imagin , that thee passage was nothing craggye , in as much as M. Phaere hath broken thee ice before me : Thee meaner clarcks wyl suppose my trauail in theese ...
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... thee plural number , and Venus with Cupide thee blynd Boy , al had beene in thee nick , thee rythme had been of a right stamp . For a few such stiches boch vp oure newe fashion makers . Prouyded not wythstanding alwayes that Artaxerxes ...
... thee plural number , and Venus with Cupide thee blynd Boy , al had beene in thee nick , thee rythme had been of a right stamp . For a few such stiches boch vp oure newe fashion makers . Prouyded not wythstanding alwayes that Artaxerxes ...
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... thee unconstant , whom I have ever found immovable ? Injurious time , corrupt manners , unkind men , who finding a constancy not to be matched in my sweet mistress , have christened her with the name of wavering , waxing , and waning ...
... thee unconstant , whom I have ever found immovable ? Injurious time , corrupt manners , unkind men , who finding a constancy not to be matched in my sweet mistress , have christened her with the name of wavering , waxing , and waning ...
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... thee . But thou , to abate the pride of our affections , dost detract from thy perfections ; thinking it sufficient if once in a month we enjoy a glimpse of thy majesty ; and then , to increase our griefs , thou dost decrease thy gleams ...
... thee . But thou , to abate the pride of our affections , dost detract from thy perfections ; thinking it sufficient if once in a month we enjoy a glimpse of thy majesty ; and then , to increase our griefs , thou dost decrease thy gleams ...
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Стр. 110 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?
Стр. 126 - Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage ; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
Стр. 367 - Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she That shall command my heart and me; Where'er she lie, Locked up from mortal eye In shady leaves of destiny...
Стр. 365 - O thou undaunted daughter of desires! By all thy dower of lights and fires; By all the eagle in thee, all the dove; By all thy lives and deaths of love; By thy large draughts of intellectual day...
Стр. 368 - And teach her fair steps tread our Earth ; Till that divine Idea, take a shrine Of crystal flesh, through which to shine ; Meet you her, my wishes, Bespeak her to my blisses, And be ye call'd, my absent kisses.
Стр. 148 - I LONG to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the god of love was born. I cannot think that he, who then loved most, Sunk so low as to love one which did scorn. But since this god produced a destiny, And that vice-nature, custom, lets it be, I must love her that loves not me.
Стр. 75 - If all the pens that ever poets held Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts. And every sweetness that inspired their hearts. Their minds, and muses on admired themes; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit; If these had made one poem's period, And all...
Стр. 126 - Queen ; At whose approach the soul of Petrarch wept, And from thenceforth those graces were not seen, For they this Queen attended ; in whose stead Oblivion laid him down on Laura's hearse. Hereat the hardest stones were seen to bleed, And groans of buried ghosts the heavens did pierce : Where Homer's spright did tremble all for grief, * And cursed the access of that celestial thief.