Ballads and LyricsHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1880 - 394页 |
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... London as an actor and playwright . In 1589 he became a partner in the Blackfriars Theatre . He prospered in London , nade money , and secured a competence , purchased property , about the beginning of the seventeenth century , in ...
... London as an actor and playwright . In 1589 he became a partner in the Blackfriars Theatre . He prospered in London , nade money , and secured a competence , purchased property , about the beginning of the seventeenth century , in ...
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... London during the reigns of Elizabeth , James I. , and Charles I His fame rests upon his plays , of which he said he had writter wholly or in part no less than two hundred and twenty . Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he ...
... London during the reigns of Elizabeth , James I. , and Charles I His fame rests upon his plays , of which he said he had writter wholly or in part no less than two hundred and twenty . Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he ...
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... London in 1591. He was a student at Cambridge , took orders , and was presented by Charles I. to the living of Dean Prior in Devonshire in 1629. He was deprived of his living by Cromwell in 1648. He then returned to London and lived in ...
... London in 1591. He was a student at Cambridge , took orders , and was presented by Charles I. to the living of Dean Prior in Devonshire in 1629. He was deprived of his living by Cromwell in 1648. He then returned to London and lived in ...
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... London , in Bread Street , December 9 , 1608. He was edu cated by Dr. Young , a famous Puritan divine , then at St. Paul's School , and finally at Christ's College , where he first wrote verse : in Latin and English . After a brief stay ...
... London , in Bread Street , December 9 , 1608. He was edu cated by Dr. Young , a famous Puritan divine , then at St. Paul's School , and finally at Christ's College , where he first wrote verse : in Latin and English . After a brief stay ...
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... London , in the forty - eighth year of his age . Addison wrote the tragedy of Cato , and some minor poems , but his literary fame rests on the essays contributed to the Spectator and Tatler . These essays , abounding in wit , humor ...
... London , in the forty - eighth year of his age . Addison wrote the tragedy of Cato , and some minor poems , but his literary fame rests on the essays contributed to the Spectator and Tatler . These essays , abounding in wit , humor ...
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第40页 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
第67页 - Th' applause of list'ning senates to command. The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes.
第54页 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
第46页 - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
第31页 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
第279页 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of death Rode the six hundred. " Cannon to right of them ; Cannon to left of them; Cannon in front of them, Volley'd and thunder*d.
第142页 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
第116页 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
第42页 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
第176页 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.