The Absent Man

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Blackwood, 1857 - 220 Seiten
 

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Seite 186 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe, and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Fear...
Seite 214 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning ; solid, but slow in his performances. Shakespeare with the English man-ofwar, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Seite 217 - BEN JONSON. Here lies JONSON with the rest Of the poets ; but the best. Reader, would'st thou more have known ! Ask his story, not this stone ; That will speak what this can't tell, Of his glory. So farewell ! Ibid.
Seite 216 - AH Ben ! Say how or when Shall we, thy guests, Meet at those lyric feasts, Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun ; Where we such clusters had, As made us nobly wild, not mad ? And yet each verse of thine Out-did the meat, out-did the frolic wine. My Ben ! Or come again, Or send to us Thy wit's great overplus ; But teach us yet Wisely to husband it, Lest we that talent spend ; And having once brought to an end That precious stock, — the store Of such a wit the world should have no more.
Seite 127 - What though wit tickles ? tickling is unsafe, If still 'tis painful while it makes us laugh. Who, for the poor renown of being smart, Would leave a sting within a brother's heart...
Seite 217 - HIS PRAYER TO BEN JONSON. When I a verse shall make, Know I have pray'd thee, For old religion's sake, Saint Ben, to aid 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.
Seite 218 - ... nor small wit without some allay of foolishness. Touching the first it is verified in you, for I find that you have been oftentimes mad. You were mad when you writ your
Seite 218 - Lady, you were not so mad : insomuch that I perceive there be degrees of madness in you. Excuse me that I am so free with you. The madness I mean is that divine fury, that heating and heightening spirit which Ovid speaks of. Est Deus in nobis, agitante calescimus illo...
Seite 214 - Many were the wit-combates between Shakspeare and Ben Jonson. I behold them like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man of war. Master Jonson, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid but slow in his performances, Shakspeare, like the latter, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Seite 218 - Fox ;' and madder when you writ your ' Alchymist ;' you we're mad when you first writ ' Catiline,' and stark mad when you writ ' Sejanus ;' but when you writ your ' Epigrams,' and the ' Magnetic Lady,' you were not so mad : insomuch that I perceive there be degrees of madness in you.

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