The English Poets: Chaucer to DonneThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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... never were well known , but who wrote a few beautiful poems as it were by accident ; men like some of the minor Elizabethans , or Lovelace , or Christopher Smart . We have endeavoured to do justice to both these classes ; to gather from ...
... never were well known , but who wrote a few beautiful poems as it were by accident ; men like some of the minor Elizabethans , or Lovelace , or Christopher Smart . We have endeavoured to do justice to both these classes ; to gather from ...
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... Never too Late Song • Philomela's Ode Orpheus ' Song . CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE ( 1564-1593 ) The Passionate Shepherd to his Love " A Fragment · · • Extracts from the First Sestiad of Hero and Leander THOMAS LODGE ( 1556 ? -1625 ) Rosalynd's ...
... Never too Late Song • Philomela's Ode Orpheus ' Song . CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE ( 1564-1593 ) The Passionate Shepherd to his Love " A Fragment · · • Extracts from the First Sestiad of Hero and Leander THOMAS LODGE ( 1556 ? -1625 ) Rosalynd's ...
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... never depart thence ! ' Yet it is now all gone , this French romance - poetry , of which the weight of substance and the power of style are not unfairly represented by this extract from Christian of Troyes . Only by means of the ...
... never depart thence ! ' Yet it is now all gone , this French romance - poetry , of which the weight of substance and the power of style are not unfairly represented by this extract from Christian of Troyes . Only by means of the ...
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... never understood or practised by our fathers . ' Cowley could see nothing at all in Chaucer's poetry . Dryden heartily admired it , and , as we have seen , praised its matter admirably ; but of its exquisite manner and movement all he ...
... never understood or practised by our fathers . ' Cowley could see nothing at all in Chaucer's poetry . Dryden heartily admired it , and , as we have seen , praised its matter admirably ; but of its exquisite manner and movement all he ...
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... never had the use of them , Gray had the use of them at times . He is the scantiest and frailest of classics in our poetry , but he is a classic . And now , after Gray , we are met , as we draw towards the end of the eighteenth century ...
... never had the use of them , Gray had the use of them at times . He is the scantiest and frailest of classics in our poetry , but he is a classic . And now , after Gray , we are met , as we draw towards the end of the eighteenth century ...
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Aeneid Astrophel and Stella ballads beauty behold bliss Caelica Chaucer Clerk Saunders dead dear death delight doth Elizabethan England's Helicon English Euphuists eyes Faery Queen fair fayre fear flowers genius Glasgerion gold grace grief gude hand hart hast hath heart heaven herte hire honour king lady light live Lord love's lovers Marlowe Marlowe's mind mony never night nocht nought passion Petrarch plays pleasure poems poet poetical poetry praise Quhat Quhen quhilk quoth rich Robin Robin Hood sall sche Scotch Shakespeare Sidney Sidney's sighs sight sing sleep song sonnet 26 sonnets sorrow Spenser sweet Tamburlaine tears tell thair thay thee ther thine thing thou thought thow Timor Mortis conturbat true unto Venus Venus and Adonis verse virtue weep whan wolde words writings youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 459 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Seite 449 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Seite xxxix - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Seite xxxviii - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Seite 347 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies : How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries?
Seite 485 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Seite 461 - Tu-whit, tu-who - a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl...
Seite 456 - tis true, I have gone here and there, And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new.
Seite xiii - The future of poetry is immense, because in poetry, where it is worthy of its high destinies, our race, as time goes on, will find an ever surer and surer stay. There is not a creed which is not shaken, not an accredited dogma which is not shown to be questionable, not a received tradition which does not threaten to dissolve.
Seite 461 - Under the greenwood tree * Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither : Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.* JAQ.