Comus, a maske

Elston Press, 1902 - 29页

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第11页 - Oft seeks to sweet retired Solitude Where with her best nurse Contemplation She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings That in the various bustle of resort Were all to ruffl'd, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his owne
第1页 - change to her true Servants Amongst the enthron'd gods on Sainted seats. Yet some there be that by due steps aspire To lay their just hands on that golden key That ope's the palace of Eternity: To such my errand is, and but for such I would not
第18页 - Would sit, and hearken even to extasie, And in requitall ope his leather'n scrip, And shew me simples of a thousand names Telling their strange, and vigorous faculties, Amongst the rest a small unsightly root, But of divine effect, he cull'd me out; The leafe was darkish, and had prickles on it, But in another
第23页 - Of this pure cause would kindle my rap't spirits To such a flame of sacred vehemence, That dumb things would be mov'd to sympathize, And the brute Earth would lend her nerves, and shake, Till all thy magick structures rear'd so high "Were shatter'd into heaps ore thy false head. COMUS. She fables not, I
第6页 - Begin to throng into my memorie Of calling shapes, and beckning shadows dire, And ayrie tongues, that syllable mens names On Sands, and Shoars, and desert Wildernesses. These thoughts may startle well, but not astound The vertuous mind, that ever walks attended By a strong siding champion Conscience.— O welcome pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope
第20页 - and sallow Abstinence. Wherefore did Nature powre her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits, and flocks Thronging the seas with spawne innumerable But all to please, and sate the curious tast? And set to work millions of spinning worms,
第21页 - would be unthank't, would be unprais'd, Not hälfe his riches known, and yet despis'd, And we should serve him as a grudging master, As a penurious niggard of his wealth, And live like Natures bastards, not her sons, "Who would be quite surcharg'd with her own weight, And strangl'd with her wast fertilitie;
第12页 - To save her blossoms, and defend her fruit From the rash hand of bold Incontinence. You may as well spread out the unsun'd heaps Of misers treasure by an outlaws den And tell me it is safe, as bid me hope Danger will winke on opportunitie And let a single
第8页 - Of Silence, through the emptie-vaulted night At every fall smoothing the Raven downe Of darknesse till she smil'd: I have oft heard My mother Circe with the Sirens three Amidst the flowrie-kirtl'd Naiades Culling their Potent hearbs, and balefull drugs "Who as they sung, would take the prison'd
第6页 - My Brothers when they saw me wearied out With this long way, resolving here to lodge Under the spreading favour of these Pines Stept as they se'd to the next Thicket side To bring me Berries, or such cooling fruit As the kind hospitable woods provide. They left me then, when the gray-hooded Ev'n Like a sad Votarist in