Ponkapog PapersHoughton, Mifflin, 1903 - 315 páginas |
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Página 12 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Página 20 - She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep; Her waggon spokes made of long spinners...
Página 15 - There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond; And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who should say, ' I am Sir Oracle, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
Página 118 - I write of youth, of love, and have access By these, to sing of cleanly wantonness ; I sing of dews, of rains, and, piece by piece, Of balm, of oil, of spice, and ambergris ; I sing of times trans-shifting ; and I write How roses first came red, and lilies white ; I write of groves, of twilights, and I sing The court of Mab, and of the fairy King. I write of Hell ; I sing, and ever shall, Of Heaven, and hope to have it after all.
Página 58 - This is the land the sunset washes, These are the banks of the Yellow Sea ; Where it rose, or whither it rushes, These are the western mystery...
Página 254 - Though thou shouldest bray a fool in a mortar among wheat with a pestle, yet will not his foolishness depart from him.
Página 60 - The picture which has the nobler and more numerous ideas, however awkwardly expressed, is a greater and a better picture than that which has the less noble and less numerous ideas, however beautifully expressed. No weight, nor mass, nor beauty of execution can outweigh one grain or fragment of thought.
Página 15 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Página 96 - His Prayer to Ben Jonson:" When I a verse shall make, Know I have praid thee For old religion's sake, Saint Ben, to aide me. Make the way smooth for me, When I, thy Herrick, Honouring thee, on my knee Offer my lyric. Candles I 'll give to thee, And a new altar ; And thou, Saint Ben, shalt be Writ in my Psalter.
Página 105 - So smooth, so sweet, so silvery is thy voice, As could they hear, the damn'd would make no noise, But listen to thee walking in thy chamber Melting melodious words to lutes of amber.