Martial and the Modern Epigram, Tema 18Longmans, Green and Company, 1927 - 208 páginas |
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Página 17 - I STROVE with none, for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art; I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
Página 103 - Have you seen but a bright lily grow, Before rude hands have touched it ? Have you marked but the fall of the snow, Before the soil hath smutched it ? Have you felt the wool of the beaver, Or swan's down ever ? Or have smelt o...
Página 117 - Let Rufus weep, rejoice, stand, sit, or walk, Still he can nothing but of Naevia talk; Let him eat, drink, ask questions, or dispute, Still he must speak of Naevia, or be mute. He writ to his father, ending with this line, I am, my lovely Naevia, ever thine.
Página 77 - scaped world's and flesh's rage, And if no other misery, yet age! Rest in soft peace, and, asked, say 'Here doth lie Ben Jonson his best piece of poetry; For whose sake henceforth all his vows be such As what he loves may never like too much.
Página 122 - I do not love thee, Doctor Fell, The reason why I cannot tell ; But this alone I know full well, I do not love thee, Doctor Fell.* 1 Sec Proverbial Expressions.
Página 16 - AYLMER AH, WHAT avails the sceptred race! Ah ! what the form divine ! What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee.
Página 17 - In bed we laugh, in bed we cry, And born in bed, in bed we die; The near approach a bed may show Of human bliss to human woe.
Página 14 - The qualities rare in a bee that we meet, In an epigram never should fail : The body should always be little and sweet, And a sting should be left in its tail.