English Literature: From the age of Henry VIII to the age of Milton, by Richard Garnett and Edmund GosseGrosset & Dunlap, 1904 |
Autres éditions - Tout afficher
English Literature: From the age of Henry VIII to the age of Milton, by ... Richard Garnett,Edmund Gosse Affichage du livre entier - 1904 |
From the age of Henry VIII to the age of Milton, by Richard Garnett and ... Richard Garnett,Edmund Gosse Affichage du livre entier - 1904 |
Expressions et termes fréquents
admirable appears Bacon beauty Ben Jonson Bishop Cæsar century Chapman character Church comedy contemporary Court Cymbeline death Dekker Donne doth drama dramatists Drayton Earl Elizabeth Elizabethan England English Faerie Queene favour Fletcher Gabriel Harvey genius Gentlemen of Verona George Gascoigne George Wither Giles Fletcher Gorboduc Hamlet hand hath heart heaven Henry honour Hooker Jacobean James John John Donne Jonson Julius Cæsar King labour Latin less literary literature living LONDON Printed Lord Love's Labour's Lost Lyly lyric Marlowe Marlowe's Massinger merit mind moral nature never Oxford Pembroke play Plutarch poems poet poetical poetry portrait Prince probably prose published Queen Raleigh reign remarkable Richard Roman seems Shakespeare Sidney Sidney's Sir Thomas song Sonnets Spenser spirit Stratford style sweet Tamburlaine theatre thee thou thought tion Title-page tragedy translation Troilus and Cressida UNIV unto verse William writing written wrote youth
Fréquemment cités
Page 35 - Wherefore, that here we may briefly end: of law there can be no less acknowledged, than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world: all things in heaven and earth do her homage, the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power: both angels and men, and creatures of what condition soever, though each in different sort and manner, yet all with uniform consent, admiring her as the mother of their peace and joy.
Page 239 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Page 177 - Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise I will? I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates...
Page 60 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten: In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Page 362 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against Fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings: Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill...
Page 324 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Page 204 - The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage ; But, when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with the enamel'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage ; And so by many winding nooks he strays, With willing sport, to the wild ocean...
Page 215 - And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since, spite of him, I '11 live in this poor rhyme, "While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes : And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent CVIII.
Page 185 - His golden locks Time hath to silver turned; O Time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing ! His youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurned, But spurned in vain; youth waneth by increasing: Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen; Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green. His helmet now shall make a hive for bees; And lovers...
Page 16 - For my name and memory, I leave it to men's charitable speeches, and to foreign nations, and to the next age.