Selections from the Poems of Michael Drayton, Том 30Unwin Brothers, 1883 - Всего страниц: 199 |
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... rests on no true foundation - that the poet is glancing at his patron Sir Walter Aston , to whom he dedicated the " Barons ' Wars " in 1603. His discontent inspired him with a satirical poem " The Owl " ( 1603 ) , wherein he complains ...
... rests on no true foundation - that the poet is glancing at his patron Sir Walter Aston , to whom he dedicated the " Barons ' Wars " in 1603. His discontent inspired him with a satirical poem " The Owl " ( 1603 ) , wherein he complains ...
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... rest shall be , England ne'r mourne for Me Nor more esteeme me : Victor I will remaine On on this Earth lie slaine , Never shall Shee sustaine Losse to redeeme me . Ed . 1605 : " As Henry . " * Ed . 1605 : " Unto him sending . " 3 Ed ...
... rest shall be , England ne'r mourne for Me Nor more esteeme me : Victor I will remaine On on this Earth lie slaine , Never shall Shee sustaine Losse to redeeme me . Ed . 1605 : " As Henry . " * Ed . 1605 : " Unto him sending . " 3 Ed ...
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... rest Where it might still behold thee in my Brest . Farewell , sweet Poole , faine more I would indite But that my Teares doe blot what I doe write . From " ed . 1619 . Englands Heroicall Epistles , 40 POEMS OF MICHAEL DRAYTON .
... rest Where it might still behold thee in my Brest . Farewell , sweet Poole , faine more I would indite But that my Teares doe blot what I doe write . From " ed . 1619 . Englands Heroicall Epistles , 40 POEMS OF MICHAEL DRAYTON .
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... rest : In me it speakes whether I sleepe or wake , And when by meanes to drive it out I tric , With greater torments then it me doth take And tortures me in most extreamitie . Before my face it layes downe my despaires And hastes me on ...
... rest : In me it speakes whether I sleepe or wake , And when by meanes to drive it out I tric , With greater torments then it me doth take And tortures me in most extreamitie . Before my face it layes downe my despaires And hastes me on ...
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... Rest When now the Night doth summon all to sleepe ? Methinkes this Time becommeth Lovers best ; Night was ordayn'd together Friends to keepe . How happie are all other living Things , Which though the Day dis - ioyne by sev'rall flight ...
... Rest When now the Night doth summon all to sleepe ? Methinkes this Time becommeth Lovers best ; Night was ordayn'd together Friends to keepe . How happie are all other living Things , Which though the Day dis - ioyne by sev'rall flight ...
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Стр. 192 - Swifter than the moon's sphere ; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see ; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours.
Стр. 65 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part, — Nay I have done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Стр. 139 - Marlowe, bathed in the Thespian springs, Had in him those brave translunary things That the first poets had ; his raptures were All air and fire, which made his verses clear ; For that fine madness still he did retain Which rightly should possess a poet's brain.
Стр. 22 - With Spanish yew so strong, Arrows a cloth-yard long, That like to serpents stung, Piercing the weather; None from his fellow starts, But playing manly parts, And like true English hearts, Stuck close together.
Стр. 24 - Crispin's Day Fought was this noble fray, Which fame did not delay To England to carry; O when shall English men With such acts fill a pen? Or England breed again Such a King Harry...
Стр. 23 - Gloster, that duke so good, Next of the royal blood, For famous England stood With his brave brother; Clarence, in steel so bright, Though but a maiden knight. Yet in that furious fight Scarce such another. Warwick in blood did wade, Oxford the foe invade, And cruel slaughter made Still as they ran up...
Стр. 70 - T' assail him with his goad : so with his hook in hand, The shepherd him pursues, and to his dog doth...
Стр. 97 - For if he chanced to hurt the king It would be long in healing. His helmet was a beetle's head...
Стр. 17 - OOD folk, for gold or hire, But help me to a Crier ! For my poor Heart is run astray After two Eyes, that passed this way. Oh yes ! O yes ! O yes...
Стр. 65 - ... my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his eyes — Now, if thou would'st, when all have given him over, From death to life thou might'st him yet recover!