The Works of Ben Jonson: With Notes Critical and Explanatory, and a Biographical Memoir, المجلد 8Bickers and Son, 1875 |
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... hath left us To draw no envy , Shakspeare , on thy name . · 13. On the Honoured Poems of his Honoured Friend , Sir John Beaumont , Baronet This book will live ; it hath a Genius ; this . 317 322 Page 14. To Mr. John Fletcher , upon his ...
... hath left us To draw no envy , Shakspeare , on thy name . · 13. On the Honoured Poems of his Honoured Friend , Sir John Beaumont , Baronet This book will live ; it hath a Genius ; this . 317 322 Page 14. To Mr. John Fletcher , upon his ...
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... Hath been oft call'd from it , To be their lord of Misrule.2 Ears . As Cincinnatus Was from the plough , to be dictator . Eyes . Yes . We need no interpreter : on , what of Time ? Fame . The Time hath sent me with my trump to summon All ...
... Hath been oft call'd from it , To be their lord of Misrule.2 Ears . As Cincinnatus Was from the plough , to be dictator . Eyes . Yes . We need no interpreter : on , what of Time ? Fame . The Time hath sent me with my trump to summon All ...
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... hath sat still as I pass'd by , 3 Rare ! how he talks in verse , just as he writes . ] From the par- ticular description given us of Chronomastix , it appears that the character was personal ; and there is reason for thinking that the ...
... hath sat still as I pass'd by , 3 Rare ! how he talks in verse , just as he writes . ] From the par- ticular description given us of Chronomastix , it appears that the character was personal ; and there is reason for thinking that the ...
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... Hath utter'd frequent penn'orths , through my rhymes , And , with them , dived into the chambermaid , And she unto her lady hath convey'd The season'd morsels , who hath sent me pensions , To cherish , and to heighten my inventions ...
... Hath utter'd frequent penn'orths , through my rhymes , And , with them , dived into the chambermaid , And she unto her lady hath convey'd The season'd morsels , who hath sent me pensions , To cherish , and to heighten my inventions ...
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... Hath been discarded out o ' the pack of the peace , For some lewd levity he holds in capite ; But constantly loves him . In days of yore , He us'd to give the charge out of his He carries him about him in his pocket , As Philip's son ...
... Hath been discarded out o ' the pack of the peace , For some lewd levity he holds in capite ; But constantly loves him . In days of yore , He us'd to give the charge out of his He carries him about him in his pocket , As Philip's son ...
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Acci appears beauty Ben Jonson better brave call'd called canst Chimæra CHLORIDIA countess countess of Bedford court dance dare death delight dost doth earl ears ELEGY envy epigram EPISTLE epitaph eyes fair fame fate father favour fear Fitz folio fool fortune Francis Beaumont give glory grace hath heart heaven honour Inigo Jones James Johp Jonson king lady learned light lines live look lord Love's lover Masque master mistress muse ne'er never noble PAN'S ANNIVERSARY person piece play poem poet poet's poetry praise prince queen reader rhyme Richard Brome Robert Wroth says scarce Shakspeare shew Sidney sing sir Henry sir Henry Carey sir Philip Sidney SONG soul speak spirit sweet tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought triumph true truth unto verses virtue Vitruvius WHAL Whalley word worthy write
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الصفحة 320 - Yet must I not give Nature all : thy art My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter, Nature be, His art doth give the fashion.
الصفحة 260 - Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee...
الصفحة 320 - And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines! Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit, As, since, she will vouchsafe no other wit. The merry Greek, tart Aristophanes, Neat Terence, witty Plautus, now not please, But antiquated and deserted lie As they were not of Nature's family.
الصفحة 317 - Above the ill fortune of them, or the need : I, therefore, will begin : — Soul of the age, The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage, My Shakspeare, rise ! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser; or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room * : Thou art a monument without a tomb ; And art alive still, while thy book doth live, And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
الصفحة 425 - My conceit of his person was never increased toward him by his place or honours ; but I have and do reverence him for the greatness that was only proper to himself; in that he seemed to me ever by his work one of the greatest men and most worthy of admiration that had been in many ages. In his adversity I ever prayed that God would give him strength, for greatness he could not want...
الصفحة 296 - Through swords, through seas, whither she would ride. Do but look on her eyes, they do light All that Love's world compriseth! Do but look on her hair, it is bright As Love's star when it riseth!
الصفحة 30 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known; In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...
الصفحة 222 - Weep with me, all you that read This little story : And know, for whom a tear you shed Death's self is sorry. 'Twas a child that so did thrive In grace and feature, As heaven and nature seemed to strive Which owned the creature.
الصفحة 319 - Euripides, and Sophocles to us, Pacuvius, Accius, him of Cordova dead, To life again, to hear thy buskin tread, And shake a stage; or, when thy socks were on, Leave thee alone for the comparison Of all that insolent Greece or haughty Rome Sent forth, or since did from their ashes come.
الصفحة 296 - Or the nard in the fire ? Or have tasted the bag of the bee ? O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she! From...