The poems of Robert Greene, Christopher Marlowe, and Ben Jonson, ed., with notes, by R. Bell1876 |
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Pagina 54
... arms , and set thou in my breast ! BELLARIA'S EPITAPH . HERE lies entombed Bellaria fair , Falsely accused to be unchaste ; Cleared by Apollo's sacred doom , Yet slain by jealousy at last . Whate'er thou be that passest by , Curse him ...
... arms , and set thou in my breast ! BELLARIA'S EPITAPH . HERE lies entombed Bellaria fair , Falsely accused to be unchaste ; Cleared by Apollo's sacred doom , Yet slain by jealousy at last . Whate'er thou be that passest by , Curse him ...
Pagina 55
... arms unclad : Such attire this palmer had . His face fair like Titan's shine ; Gray and buxom were his eyne , Whereout dropped pearls of sorrow : Such sweet tears love doth borrow , When in outward dews she plains Heart's distress that ...
... arms unclad : Such attire this palmer had . His face fair like Titan's shine ; Gray and buxom were his eyne , Whereout dropped pearls of sorrow : Such sweet tears love doth borrow , When in outward dews she plains Heart's distress that ...
Pagina 71
... arm , And looked upon the nymph ( if so ) was fair ; Her eyes were stars , and like Apollo's locks Methought appeared the trammels of her hair ; Thus did I gaze And sucked in beauty , till that sweet desire Cast fuel on , and set my ...
... arm , And looked upon the nymph ( if so ) was fair ; Her eyes were stars , and like Apollo's locks Methought appeared the trammels of her hair ; Thus did I gaze And sucked in beauty , till that sweet desire Cast fuel on , and set my ...
Pagina 73
... And gloried in the dew of Iris ' showers , And did display Her mantle chequered all with gaudy green ; Then I Alone A mournful man in Erecine was seen . With folded arms I trampled through the grass , Tracing EURYMACHUS IN LAUDEM MIRIMIDÆ.
... And gloried in the dew of Iris ' showers , And did display Her mantle chequered all with gaudy green ; Then I Alone A mournful man in Erecine was seen . With folded arms I trampled through the grass , Tracing EURYMACHUS IN LAUDEM MIRIMIDÆ.
Pagina 74
Robert Greene Robert Bell. With folded arms I trampled through the grass , Tracing as he That held the throne of Fortune brittle glass , And love to be , Like Fortune , fleeting as the restless wind , Mixed With mists , Whose damp doth ...
Robert Greene Robert Bell. With folded arms I trampled through the grass , Tracing as he That held the throne of Fortune brittle glass , And love to be , Like Fortune , fleeting as the restless wind , Mixed With mists , Whose damp doth ...
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Alexis beauty bel ami Ben Jonson blood breath bright Cæsar called CARMELA CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE coloured Coridon court COVENT GARDEN crown death delight desire doth Earl earth Edition English Engravings epigram EURYMACHUS eyes face fair fame fate fear fire flame flowers follies fortune GEORGE BELL Gifford grace Greene Greene's grief hair hast hath heart heaven Hero Hero and Leander honour Hymen Jonson king kiss lady Leander light live look Lord love's lovers Marlowe masques MELICERTUS Memoir mind mistress muse N'oserez never night nymph Phillis Phoebus piece play poems poet Pompey Portrait praise Queen repentance Richard Brome Robert Greene Shakspeare shepherd shine sighs sing smile song sorrow soul swain sweet Tamburlaine tears tell thee Thessaly thine thou art thought Translated unto Venus verse virtue vols vows wanton Wherein WILLIAM HAZLITT youth
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Pagina 399 - 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.
Pagina 232 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Pagina 231 - And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield. There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.
Pagina 230 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Pagina 498 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Pagina 399 - 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.
Pagina 399 - For, if I thought my judgment were of years, I should commit thee surely with thy peers ; And tell how far thou didst our Lyly outshine, Or sporting Kyd, or Marlowe's mighty line ; And, though thou had'st small Latin and less Greek...
Pagina 271 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon and an English man-of-war. Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Pagina 298 - scaped world's and flesh's rage, And, if no other misery, yet age! Rest in soft peace; and, asked, say: Here doth lie Ben Jonson his best piece of poetry — For whose sake, henceforth, all his vows be such, As what he loves may never like too much.