The Poetical Decameron, Or, Ten Conversations on English Poets and Poetry: Particularly of the Reigns of Elizabeth and James I.Archibald Constable and Company, and Hurst, Robinson & Company, Cheapside, London, 1820 - English poetry |
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... beauty be not far before The Swart West Indian , or the tawny Moore . Oh those faire star - like eyes of thine , one sayes , When to my thinking she hath lookt nine waies : And that sweet breath , when I thinke ( out vpon't ) Twould ...
... beauty be not far before The Swart West Indian , or the tawny Moore . Oh those faire star - like eyes of thine , one sayes , When to my thinking she hath lookt nine waies : And that sweet breath , when I thinke ( out vpon't ) Twould ...
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... beauty , a thousand men seeing , onely the man whose bloud is fitted , hath that which he calls his soule ena- moured . " ELLIOT . Yet I dare say he had not half as much reason for his anger as Ben Jonson , when in the apologetical ...
... beauty , a thousand men seeing , onely the man whose bloud is fitted , hath that which he calls his soule ena- moured . " ELLIOT . Yet I dare say he had not half as much reason for his anger as Ben Jonson , when in the apologetical ...
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... beauty raignes with such magnificence : I mean from thee whom nature hath endow'd , With more then Art would willingly allow'd : And though by nature you are borne most faire Yet Art would adde a beauty to your share ; But it being ...
... beauty raignes with such magnificence : I mean from thee whom nature hath endow'd , With more then Art would willingly allow'd : And though by nature you are borne most faire Yet Art would adde a beauty to your share ; But it being ...
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... beauty . BOURNE . I warn you against inconsiderate ex- pectation though it is better than what we have just seen , I do not pretend that it is first rate , even in the department to which it belongs . ELLIOT . What department is that ...
... beauty . BOURNE . I warn you against inconsiderate ex- pectation though it is better than what we have just seen , I do not pretend that it is first rate , even in the department to which it belongs . ELLIOT . What department is that ...
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... beauty of her work , it is the very reason why she should not be ashamed of its perfectness . MORTON . Ah ! quittez d'un censeur la triste diligence , to borrow a line from Racine . Do not blame where there is really so much to commend ...
... beauty of her work , it is the very reason why she should not be ashamed of its perfectness . MORTON . Ah ! quittez d'un censeur la triste diligence , to borrow a line from Racine . Do not blame where there is really so much to commend ...
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actors afterwards allude Apology Apolonius Barnabe Rich beauty blank verse Boccacio BOURNE called Churchyard Constantinople curious death DECAMERON dedication Dorastus and Fawnia doth Duke edition ELLIOT England English euery extract follies Gabriel Harvey gentleman Gisippus Gosson Greene's hath haue hauing hear Julina lady lines liue Lodge Lodge's London Lord loue mean mentioned MORTON Nash neuer Nicholas Breton noble pamphlet Pandosto play players Playes poem poet POETICAL DECAMERON poetry praise printed prose puritans quotation Rainoldes recollect Rich Rich's Romeo satire says Schoole of Abuse seems seen selfe Shakespeare shee Sidney Silla Siluio sonnets speaks specimen stage stage-plays stanza Stephen Gosson story suppose sweete Tarlton theatres theatrical thee thing Thomas Lodge thou tion tract Tragedy translation Twelfth Night verse vertues vnto vpon Whetstone William Painter William Prynne Winter's Tale Wither word worth write
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Page 71 - Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds, Baked in a pie. When the pie was opened, The birds began to sing; Was not that a dainty dish To set before the king?
Page 183 - I could not make my verses iet vpon the stage in tragicall buskins, euerie worde filling the mouth like the faburden of Bo-Bell, daring God out of heauen with that Atheist Tamburlan, or blaspheming with the mad preest of the sonne...
Page 104 - The angel-quiristers of th' heavenly skies. Give pardon eke, sweet soul, to my slow eyes, That since I saw thee now it is so long, And yet the tears that unto thee belong To thee as yet they did not sacrifice. I did not know that thou wert dead before ; I did not feel the grief I did sustain ; The greater stroke astonisheth the more ; Astonishment takes from us sense of pain ; I stood amazed when others' tears begun, And now begin to weep when they have done.
Page 98 - Revenge, and made divers attempts, hoping to force her by the multitudes of their armed...
Page 181 - Ah, were she pitiful as she is fair, Or but as mild as she is seeming so, Then were my hopes greater than my despair, Then all the world were heaven, nothing woe. Ah, were her heart relenting as her hand, That seems to melt even with the mildest touch, Then knew I where to seat me in a land, Under wide heavens, but yet [I know] not such.
Page 219 - An Apologie of the Schoole of Abuse, against Poets, Pipers, Players, and their Excusers.
Page 212 - ... into bowls; and our darts to dishes. We have robbed Greece of gluttony, Italy of wantonness, Spain of pride, France of deceit, and Dutchland of quaffing. Compare London to Rome, and England to Italy, you shall find the theatres of the one, the abuses of the other, to be rife among us.
Page 274 - ... denied God and his sonne Christ, and not only in word blasphemed the trinitie, but also (as it is credibly reported) wrote bookes against it, affirming our Sauiour to be but a deceiuer, and Moses to be but a coniurer and seducer of the people, and the holy Bible to be but vaine and idle stories, and all religion but a deuice of pollicie.
Page 183 - I keepe my old coarse to palter up something in Prose using mine olde poesie still Omne tulit punctum, although latelye two Gentlemen Poets made two mad-men of Rome beate it out of their paper bucklers, and had it in derision for that I could not make my verses jet upon the stage in tragical! buskins, everie worde filling the mouth like the faburden of Bo-Bell, daring God out of heaven with that Atheist Tamburlan...
Page 116 - Thereto he could fine loving verses frame, And play the poet oft. But ah ! for shame, Let not sweet poets...