Frasi di Henry Howard, conte di Surrey (16 frasi)

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Henry Howard, conte di Surrey: Frasi in inglese

“Wyatt resteth here, that quick could never rest:
Whose heavenly gifts increased by disdain;
And virtue sank the deeper in his breast:
Such profit he by envy could obtain.”

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"Wyatt resteth here, that quick could never rest", line 1

“Thus I alone, where all my freedom grew,
In prison pine, with bondage and restraint:
And with remembrance of the greater grief,
To banish the less, I find my chief relief.”

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Origine: Prisoned in Windsor, He Recounteth his Pleasure there Passed, Line 51.

“So cruel prison how could betide, alas,
As proud Windsor? where I, in lust and joy,
With a King's son, my childish years did pass,
In greater feast than Priam's sons of Troy.
Where each sweet place returns a taste full sour.”

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Origine: Prisoned in Windsor, He Recounteth his Pleasure there Passed, Line 1

“Surrey, the Granville of a former age:
Matchless his pen, victorious was his lance;
Bold in the lists, and graceful in the dance.”

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Alexander Pope "Windsor-Forest" (1713), line 292
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“With silver drops the mead yet spread for ruth,
In active games of nimbleness and strength,
Where we did strain, trained with swarms of youth,
Our tender limbs that yet shot up in length.
The secret groves, which oft we made resound
Of pleasant plaint, and of our ladies' praise;
Recording oft what grace each one had found,
What hope of speed, what dread of long delays.”

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Origine: Prisoned in Windsor, He Recounteth his Pleasure there Passed, Line 21

“Then think I thus: "Sith such repair,
So long time war of valiant men,
Was all to win a lady fair,
Shall I not learn to suffer then?
And think my life well spent to be,
Serving a worthier wight than she?"”

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"The Lover Comforteth Himself with the Worthiness of his Love", line 19

“When raging love with extreme pain
Most cruelly distrains my heart;
When that my tears, as floods of rain,
Bear witness of my woful smart;
When sighs have wasted so my breath
That I lie at the point of death:
I call to mind the navy great
That the Greeks brought to Troyè town:
And how the boisterous winds did beat
Their ships, and rent their sails adown;
Till Agamemnon's daughter's blood
Appeased the gods that them withstood.”

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"The Lover Comforteth Himself with the Worthiness of his Love", line 1.

“And thus I see among these pleasant things
Each care decays, and yet my sorrow springs!”

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"Description of Spring", line 13

“Brittle beauty, that Nature made so frail,
Whereof the gift is small, and short the season;
Flowering to-day, to-morrow apt to fail;
Tickle treasure, abhorred of reason:
Dangerous to deal with, vain, of none avail;
Costly in keeping, past not worth two peason.”

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"The Frailty and Hurtfulness of Beauty", line 1

“Love, that liveth and reigneth in my thought,
That built his seat within my captive breast;
Clad in the arms wherein with me he fought,
Oft in my face he doth his banner rest.”

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"Complaint of a Lover Rebuked", line 1

“London! hast thou accused me
Of breach of laws? the root of strife!
Within whose breast did boil to see,
So fervent hot, thy dissolute life.”

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"A Satire Against the Citizens of London", line 1

“But by and by, the cause of my disease
Gives me a pang, that inwardly doth sting,
When that I think what grief it is again
To live and lack the thing should rid my pain.”

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"A Complaint by Night of the Lover Not Beloved", line 11.

“O happy dames! that may embrace
The fruit of your delight;
Help to bewail the woful case,
And eke the heavy plight
Of me, that wonted to rejoice
The fortune of my pleasant choice:
Good ladies! help to fill my mourning voice.”

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"Complaint of the Absence of her Lover Being upon the Sea", line 1

“Surrey, for his justness of thought, correctness of style, and purity of expression, may justly be pronounced the first English classical poet.”

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Thomas Warton The History of English Poetry (1774-81) vol. 3, p. 27.
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“I know she swore with raging mind,
Her kingdom only set apart,
There was no loss, by law of kind,
That could have gone so near her heart;
And this was chiefly all her pain:
"She could not make the like again."”

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"A Praise of his Love", line 19

“The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings,
With green hath clad the hill, and eke the vale:
The nightingale with feathers new she sings;
The turtle to her make hath told her tale;
Summer is come, for every spray now springs.”

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"Description of Spring", line 1

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