The Jonson Anthology: 1617-1637 A. D.Edward Arber H. Frowde, 1899 - 312 sider |
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Side 12
... to bleed , She repented of the deed ; And would fain have changed the fate : But the pity comes too late ! Loser - like , now , all my wreak Is , that I have leave to speak ! And , in either Prose or Song , To revenge 12 Ben Jonson , P.L..
... to bleed , She repented of the deed ; And would fain have changed the fate : But the pity comes too late ! Loser - like , now , all my wreak Is , that I have leave to speak ! And , in either Prose or Song , To revenge 12 Ben Jonson , P.L..
Side 22
... day and that , by Fates be slain : For whom your curtains may be drawn again ! If your precedency in death do bar A fourth place in your sacred sepulchre ; Under this sacred marble of thine own , Sleep , 22 Fonson and Basse .
... day and that , by Fates be slain : For whom your curtains may be drawn again ! If your precedency in death do bar A fourth place in your sacred sepulchre ; Under this sacred marble of thine own , Sleep , 22 Fonson and Basse .
Side 114
... fate , ere long , will thee betide ! When thou hast handled been a while , Like fair flowers , to be thrown aside ! And you shall sigh , when I shall smile , To see thy love to every one , Hath brought thee to be loved by none ! DEAR ...
... fate , ere long , will thee betide ! When thou hast handled been a while , Like fair flowers , to be thrown aside ! And you shall sigh , when I shall smile , To see thy love to every one , Hath brought thee to be loved by none ! DEAR ...
Side 118
... Fate To all your kind ; I had then requited been , Ere your sleighting I had seen ; Or repined , Neglect to find . But I am so wholly thine ; As in least part to be mine , My heart denies ! I can think no thought but thee ; Nor desire ...
... Fate To all your kind ; I had then requited been , Ere your sleighting I had seen ; Or repined , Neglect to find . But I am so wholly thine ; As in least part to be mine , My heart denies ! I can think no thought but thee ; Nor desire ...
Side 121
... fate ! I now repent ; but ' tis too late ! No torment is so bad as Love ; So bitter to my soul can prove ! All my griefs to this , are jolly ; Nought so hard as Melancholy ! Friends and companions , get you gone ! ' Tis my desire to be ...
... fate ! I now repent ; but ' tis too late ! No torment is so bad as Love ; So bitter to my soul can prove ! All my griefs to this , are jolly ; Nought so hard as Melancholy ! Friends and companions , get you gone ! ' Tis my desire to be ...
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ANTHOLOGY APOLLO art thou AYTON Beauty BEN JONSON Bishop of NORWICH Blue Cap Boldly I preach breast British Museum CAREW CASTARA Charis cheeks Comedies CUPID dance death delight didst disdain dost doth earth Edited EDWARD ARBER Extra fcap eyes face Farewell fate fear fire FLETCHER flowers Fragmenta Aurea grace grave grief happy hast hate a cross hath heart Heaven HERBERT honour Introduction and Notes JOHN BARLEYCORN JONSON joys kiss Lady leave Litt.D live look LORD Love's Lovers Melancholy Methinks Miniature Edition Muses ne'er never Nice Valour night noble Numbers Nymphs o'er Old Cap once Oxford India Paper pleasure Poems Poets scorn SHAKESPEARE sigh sing smile Song sorrow soul SUCKLING sweet tell thee thine things Thou art thou shalt thought Thra tongue Train Bands true twas unto Verse W. W. SKEAT Whilst wind World
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Side 137 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began...
Side 25 - Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show, To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time! And all the Muses still were in their prime When like Apollo he came forth to warm Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm! Nature herself was proud of his designs, 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.
Side 137 - But He, her fears to cease, Sent down the meek-eyed Peace; She, crowned with olive green, came softly sliding Down through the turning sphere, His ready harbinger, With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing; And waving wide her myrtle wand, She strikes a universal peace through sea and land.
Side 211 - ASK me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair.
Side 141 - Yea Truth and Justice then Will down return to men, Orbed in a rainbow ; and like glories wearing Mercy will sit between, Throned in celestial sheen, With radiant feet the tissued clouds down steering ; And Heaven, as at some festival, Will open wide the gates of her high palace hall.
Side 145 - Sweet echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale Where the love-lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well: Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair That likest thy Narcissus are? O, if thou have Hid them in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, Sweet Queen of Parley, Daughter of the Sphere! So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies!
Side 133 - WHAT needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones The labour of an age in piled stones ? Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Side 13 - 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!
Side 145 - Hath fixed her polished car, Her sleeping Lord with handmaid lamp attending: And all about the courtly stable Bright-harnessed Angels sit in order serviceable.
Side 176 - Let us (said he) pour on him all we can : Let the world's riches, which dispersed lie, Contract into a span. So strength first made a way ; Then beauty flow'd, then wisdom, honour, pleasure : When almost all was out, God made a stay, Perceiving that alone, of all his treasure, Rest in the bottom lay. For if I should...