British Classical Authors. Select Specimens of the National Literature of England and America, with Biographical Sketches and an Historical Outline of English Literature. Poetry and ProseGeorge Westermann, 1885 |
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... Ben Jonson . To Celia Song Celia's triumph Hymn to Diana The sweet neglect Page Page Adversity Gold 56 56 Sleep 56 Paternal advice Outward show 56 57 The contrast 57 788 Adversity 57 . Transitory glories 57 57 58 58 58 58 59 59 On my ...
... Ben Jonson . To Celia Song Celia's triumph Hymn to Diana The sweet neglect Page Page Adversity Gold 56 56 Sleep 56 Paternal advice Outward show 56 57 The contrast 57 788 Adversity 57 . Transitory glories 57 57 58 58 58 58 59 59 On my ...
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... Ben Jonson , and Beaumont and Fletcher . He has been blamed for so often resorting to far - fetched conceits , and for his love of quips and puns , but this was the taste of the day , and a dramatic author must , above all , endeavour ...
... Ben Jonson , and Beaumont and Fletcher . He has been blamed for so often resorting to far - fetched conceits , and for his love of quips and puns , but this was the taste of the day , and a dramatic author must , above all , endeavour ...
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... Ben Jonson and some other literary friends , during his twelve years ' imprisonment in the Tower , on a false charge of high treason . This great work , which is really a masterpiece , he did not live to complete , and it terminates ...
... Ben Jonson and some other literary friends , during his twelve years ' imprisonment in the Tower , on a false charge of high treason . This great work , which is really a masterpiece , he did not live to complete , and it terminates ...
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... Ben Jonson speaks of as having been very limited . Great doubts exist with respect to the manner in which he em- ployed himself after leaving school , but it has been conjectured that he spent some time in a lawyer's office , as all his ...
... Ben Jonson speaks of as having been very limited . Great doubts exist with respect to the manner in which he em- ployed himself after leaving school , but it has been conjectured that he spent some time in a lawyer's office , as all his ...
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... BEN JONSON . ! BEN JONSON . Have you mark'd but the fall of. HUMAN LIFE . Life's but a walking shadow , a poor player stage candle , 5 And then is heard no more : it is a tale Told by an idiot , full of sound and fury , Signifying ...
... BEN JONSON . ! BEN JONSON . Have you mark'd but the fall of. HUMAN LIFE . Life's but a walking shadow , a poor player stage candle , 5 And then is heard no more : it is a tale Told by an idiot , full of sound and fury , Signifying ...
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Сторінка 273 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Сторінка 600 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee.
Сторінка 381 - All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and Heaven is overflowed.
Сторінка 273 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Сторінка 277 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, /And desolation saddens all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain, , And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Сторінка 54 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Сторінка 54 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause, till it come back to me.
Сторінка 380 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock/beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Сторінка 411 - Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my Heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn.
Сторінка 600 - Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart — Go forth, under the open sky, and list To nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice...