The Works of Ben Jonson...: With Notes Critical and Explanatory, and a Biographical Memoir, Band 8G. and W. Nicol, 1816 |
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... piece of melancholy Is this , breaks in between my wishes thus , With bombing sighs ? Mere . No ! no intelligence ! Not yet and all my vows now nine days old ! Blindness of fate ! puppies had seen by this time ; But I see nothing that I ...
... piece of melancholy Is this , breaks in between my wishes thus , With bombing sighs ? Mere . No ! no intelligence ! Not yet and all my vows now nine days old ! Blindness of fate ! puppies had seen by this time ; But I see nothing that I ...
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... piece , origi- nated solely with him ? Even in the description of the scenery , which evidently proceeded from Jonson , there is a visible anxiety to recommend it to favour . I VOL . VIII . But what , after all , occasioned the breach ...
... piece , origi- nated solely with him ? Even in the description of the scenery , which evidently proceeded from Jonson , there is a visible anxiety to recommend it to favour . I VOL . VIII . But what , after all , occasioned the breach ...
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... piece of five stanzas , written in 1610 , and prefixed to the first edition of Coryat's Crudities . I will subjoin the best of them , that the reader may form some idea of the transcendant excellence of those verses which disturbed the ...
... piece of five stanzas , written in 1610 , and prefixed to the first edition of Coryat's Crudities . I will subjoin the best of them , that the reader may form some idea of the transcendant excellence of those verses which disturbed the ...
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... piece . 1 Sir Inigo doth fear it , & c . ] This is undoubtedly Jonson's , and this seems to shew that nothing had been hitherto written against Jones . The learned writers of the Biographia Britan nica , in their zeal to criminate ...
... piece . 1 Sir Inigo doth fear it , & c . ] This is undoubtedly Jonson's , and this seems to shew that nothing had been hitherto written against Jones . The learned writers of the Biographia Britan nica , in their zeal to criminate ...
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... piece of timber on the top of it on a spindle , with a board nailed to it on one end , and a bag of sand on the other . Against this board they rode with spears . Dr. Plot writes , that he saw it at Deddington in Oxfordshire , where ...
... piece of timber on the top of it on a spindle , with a board nailed to it on one end , and a bag of sand on the other . Against this board they rode with spears . Dr. Plot writes , that he saw it at Deddington in Oxfordshire , where ...
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Seite 269 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; 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.
Seite 332 - Sweet Swan of Avon! what a sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appear, And make those flights upon the banks of Thames That so did take Eliza and our James!
Seite 231 - 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.
Seite 328 - Soul of the age! The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, 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.
Seite 160 - Camden, most reverend head, to whom I owe All that I am in arts, all that I know (How nothing's that); to whom my country owes The great renown and name wherewith she goes; Than thee the age sees not that thing more grave, More high, more holy, that she more would crave.
Seite 31 - 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...
Seite 328 - To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame ; While I confess thy writings to be such, As neither man, nor muse, can praise too much, 'Tis true, and all men's suffrage.
Seite 440 - 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.* Neither could I condole* in a word or syllable for him, as knowing no accident* could do harm to virtue, but rather help to make it manifest.
Seite 330 - 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.
Seite 194 - I meant the day-star should not brighter rise, Nor lend like influence from his lucent seat. I meant she should be courteous, facile, sweet, Hating that solemn vice of greatness — pride ; I meant each softest virtue there should meet, Fit in that softer bosom to reside. Only a learned and manly soul I purposed her : that should, with even powers, The rock, the spindle, and the shears control Of Destiny, and spin her own free hours.