The Certain Hour: (Dizain Des Poëtes)R. M. McBride, 1916 - 253 עמודים |
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עמוד 86 - Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant ; And my ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by prayer ; Which pierces so, that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
עמוד 148 - Dipt me in ink, my parents', or my own' As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame. I lisped in numbers, for the numbers came, I left no calling for this idle trade, No duty broke, no father disobeyed.
עמוד 115 - What's this flesh ? a little crudded milk, fantastical puff-paste. Our bodies are weaker than those paper-prisons boys use to keep flies in, more contemptible ; since ours is to preserve earth-worms. Didst thou ever see a lark in a cage ? Such is the soul in the body...
עמוד 167 - When Eastern lovers feed the funeral fire, On the same pile their faithful fair expire ; Here pitying Heaven that virtue mutual found, And blasted both, that it might neither wound. Hearts so sincere th' Almighty saw well pleas'd, Sent his own lightning, and the victims seiz'd.
עמוד 148 - Who shames a scribbler? break one cobweb through, He spins the slight, self-pleasing thread anew: Destroy his fib or sophistry, in vain, The creature's at his dirty work again, Throned in the centre of his thin designs, Proud of a vast extent of flimsy lines!
עמוד 102 - Lord, what a deal of ruined life it takes to make a little art! Yes, yes, I know. Under old oaks lovers will mouth my verses, and the acorns are not yet shaped from which those oaks will spring. My adoration and your perfidy, all that I have suffered, all that I have failed in even, has gone toward the building of an enduring monument. All these will be immortal, because youth is immortal, and youth delights in demanding explanations of infinity. And only to this end I have suffered and have catalogued...
עמוד 125 - was a generous, good-natured man. He was so oppressed with phlegm, that, till he was a little heated with wine, he scarce ever spoke ; but he was, upon that exaltation, a very lively man. Never was so much ill-nature in a pen as in his, joined with so much good-nature as was in himself, even to excess ; for he was against all punishing, even of malefactors.
עמוד 126 - Well, you are sparks, and still will be i' th' fashion ; Rail then at plays, to hide your obligation. Now, you shrewd judges, who the boxes sway, Leading the ladies' hearts and sense astray, And, for their sakes, see all, and hear no play ; Correct your cravats, foretops, lock behind : The dress and breeding of the play ne'er...
עמוד 124 - ... 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.
עמוד 126 - But the coarse dauber of the coming scenes To follow life and nature only means, Displays you as you are, makes his fine woman A mercenary jilt, and true to no man : His men of wit and pleasure of the age Are as dull rogues as ever cumber'd stage : He draws a friend only to custom just, And makes him naturally break his trust.