Characteristics of English Poets from Chaucer to ShirleyW. Blackwood and sons, 1874 - 483 頁 |
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... doth me grace , and I shall ever be , While that my life may lasten and endure , To you as humble and low in each degree As possible is , and keep all things in secre , Right as yourselven listeth that I do , And else mine heartë motë ...
... doth me grace , and I shall ever be , While that my life may lasten and endure , To you as humble and low in each degree As possible is , and keep all things in secre , Right as yourselven listeth that I do , And else mine heartë motë ...
第 117 頁
... doth deal Under the King's broad seal ; And in the Chequer he them checks ; In the Star Chamber he nods and becks , And beareth him there so stout , That no man dare rout , Duke , Earl , Baron , nor Lord , But to his sentence must ...
... doth deal Under the King's broad seal ; And in the Chequer he them checks ; In the Star Chamber he nods and becks , And beareth him there so stout , That no man dare rout , Duke , Earl , Baron , nor Lord , But to his sentence must ...
第 118 頁
... Doth dance in their fore top . " The common people , he says ironically , are doubtless liars , slanderers , and railing rebels ; but they have much to say about the pride , venality , luxury , and debauchery of the clergy , both great ...
... Doth dance in their fore top . " The common people , he says ironically , are doubtless liars , slanderers , and railing rebels ; but they have much to say about the pride , venality , luxury , and debauchery of the clergy , both great ...
第 121 頁
... Doth exceed with his beamës clear , So doth her beauty above other appear . She is both good , aye wise , and virtuous , And also descended of a noble line ; Rich , comely , right meek , and bounteous ; All manner virtues in her clearly ...
... Doth exceed with his beamës clear , So doth her beauty above other appear . She is both good , aye wise , and virtuous , And also descended of a noble line ; Rich , comely , right meek , and bounteous ; All manner virtues in her clearly ...
第 152 頁
... jewel bred , And kiss the ground whereas thy corse doth rest . A head where wisdom mysteries did frame ; Whose hammers beat still in that lively brain , As on a stithe : where that some work of 152 RENAISSANCE AND TRANSITION .
... jewel bred , And kiss the ground whereas thy corse doth rest . A head where wisdom mysteries did frame ; Whose hammers beat still in that lively brain , As on a stithe : where that some work of 152 RENAISSANCE AND TRANSITION .
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第 267 頁 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound...
第 370 頁 - Ham. Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting, That would not let me sleep : methought I lay Worse than the mutines in the bilboes.
第 355 頁 - Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
第 269 頁 - Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime ; So thou through windows of thine age shalt see, Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.
第 356 頁 - O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and, at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire, Crouch for employment.
第 273 頁 - The warrant I have of your honourable disposition, not the worth of my untutor'd lines, makes it assured of acceptance. What I have done is yours; what I have to do is yours; being part in all I have, devoted yours.
第 380 頁 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometime voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me ; that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
第 346 頁 - I loved the man, and do honour his memory, on this side idolatry, as much as any. He was (indeed) honest, and of an open and free nature...
第 265 頁 - As the soul of Euphorbus was thought to live in Pythagoras, so the sweet witty soul of Ovid lives in mellifluous and honey-tongued Shakespeare ; witness his Venus and Adonis, his Lucrece, his sugared sonnets among his private friends, &c.
第 262 頁 - Warwick in blood did wade, Oxford the foe invade, And cruel slaughter made, Still as they ran up ; Suffolk his axe did ply, Beaumont and Willoughby Bare them right doughtily, Ferrers and Fanhope. Upon Saint Crispin's day Fought was this noble fray, Which fame did not delay To England to carry ; O when shall Englishmen With such acts fill a pen, Or England breed again Such a King Harry ? M.