Sir Philip SidneyMacmillan, 1886 - 200 sayfa |
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Sayfa 160 - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas, that I found not my heart more moved than with a trumpet; and yet it is sung by some blind crowder with no rougher voice than rude style ; which being so evil apparelled in the dust and cobweb of that uncivil age, what would it work trimmed in the gorgeous eloquence of Pindar?
Sayfa 134 - No more, my dear, no more these counsels try ; 0 give my passions leave to run their race ; Let Fortune lay on me her worst disgrace ; Let folk o'ercharged with brain against me cry : Let clouds bedim my face, break in mine eye ; Let me no steps, but of lost...
Sayfa 56 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide : To lose good days, that might be better spent ; To waste long nights in pensive discontent ; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow ; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow ; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Sayfa 129 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies, How silently, and with how wan a face ! What may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries...
Sayfa 132 - Having this day, my horse, my hand, my lance, Guided so well that I obtained the prize, Both by the judgment of the English eyes, And of some sent from that sweet enemy, — France...
Sayfa 163 - And, therefore, as I said in the beginning, even Turks and Tartars are delighted with poets. Homer, a Greek, flourished before Greece flourished ; and if to a slight conjecture a conjecture may be opposed, truly...
Sayfa 113 - Ring out your bells, let mourning shows be spread ; For Love is dead. All Love is dead, infected With plague of deep disdain; Worth, as nought worth, rejected, And Faith fair scorn doth gain. From so ungrateful fancy, From such a female franzy, From them that use men thus, Good Lord, deliver us ! Weep, neighbours, weep ! do you not hear it said That Love is dead?
Sayfa 139 - Take me to thee, and thee to me. "No, no, no, no, my dear, let be.
Sayfa 132 - Come, Sleep, O Sleep, the certain knot of peace. The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, The indifferent judge between the high and low!
Sayfa 132 - Despair at me doth throw: 0 make in me those civil wars to cease! 1 will good tribute pay if thou do so. Take thou of me, smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise and blind to light, A rosy garland, and a weary head...