Sir William Temple Upon the Gardens of Epicurus: With Other XVIIth Century Garden Essays |
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Perhaps a more fitting one were the words of his brother poet , Sir John Denham :
Horace ' s Wit and Virgil ' s State He did not steal , but emulate : And when he
would like them appear , Their Garb , but not their Cloaths did wear . In Marvell ' s
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Perhaps a more fitting one were the words of his brother poet , Sir John Denham :
Horace ' s Wit and Virgil ' s State He did not steal , but emulate : And when he
would like them appear , Their Garb , but not their Cloaths did wear . In Marvell ' s
...
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SIR WILLIAM TEMPLE UPON THE GA William Sir Temple, 1628-1699,Abraham 1618-1667 Cowley,Thomas Sir Browne, 1605-1682 Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
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Página 121 - I will plant in the wilderness the cedar, the shittah tree, and the myrtle, and the oil tree; I will set in the desert the fir tree, and the pine, and the box tree together...
Página 134 - For if thou wert cut out of the olive tree which is wild by nature, and wert grafted contrary to nature into a good olive tree ; how much more shall these, which be the natural branches, be grafted into their own olive tree...
Página 166 - What wondrous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head ; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Página 167 - Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and claps its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
Página 129 - I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valley...
Página xli - Say, there be ; Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean ; so, o'er that art Which, you say, adds to nature, is an art That nature makes.
Página 72 - Both pleasures more refin'd and sweet ; The fairest garden in her looks, And in her mind the wisest books. Oh, who would change these soft, yet solid joys, For empty shows and senseless noise ; And all which rank ambition breeds, Which seem such beauteous flowers, and are such poisonous weeds...
Página 167 - While man there walk'd without a mate: After a place so pure and sweet, What other help could yet be meet! But 'twas beyond a mortal's share To wander solitary there: Two paradises 'twere in one, To live in Paradise alone. How well the skilful gardener drew Of flowers and herbs this dial new! Where, from above, the milder sun Does through a fragrant zodiac run : And, as it works, th...
Página 167 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; — The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas, Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Página 112 - Nor will the sweetest delight of gardens afford much comfort in sleep ; wherein the dulness of that sense shakes hands with delectable odours ; and though in the bed of Cleopatra, can hardly with any delight raise up the ghost of a rose.