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... literature . But where a play is only a play in name , like Comus or the Gentle Shepherd , we have not excluded it ; and songs from the dramatists have of course been admitted . Two points seem to require a word of notice - vi PREFACE .
... literature . But where a play is only a play in name , like Comus or the Gentle Shepherd , we have not excluded it ; and songs from the dramatists have of course been admitted . Two points seem to require a word of notice - vi PREFACE .
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Thomas Humphry Ward. Two points seem to require a word of notice - the order and the orthography . The first is approximately chronological ; for in this matter it was found impossible to follow any rigid rule . To go uniformly by the ...
Thomas Humphry Ward. Two points seem to require a word of notice - the order and the orthography . The first is approximately chronological ; for in this matter it was found impossible to follow any rigid rule . To go uniformly by the ...
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... seem artificial and tame beside it , and which are only matched by Shakespeare and Aristophanes . Here , where his largeness and freedom serve him so admi- rably , and also in those poems and songs , where to shrewdness he adds infinite ...
... seem artificial and tame beside it , and which are only matched by Shakespeare and Aristophanes . Here , where his largeness and freedom serve him so admi- rably , and also in those poems and songs , where to shrewdness he adds infinite ...
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... seems not to have known by name , he freely translated his two longest and , in a sense , greatest poems , Troylus and Criseyde and The Knightes Tale ; and it is possible , though by no means certain , that the framework of the ...
... seems not to have known by name , he freely translated his two longest and , in a sense , greatest poems , Troylus and Criseyde and The Knightes Tale ; and it is possible , though by no means certain , that the framework of the ...
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... seems to extend . Not only is there no trace in him of that ' religion of Nature ' which is so powerful a factor in modern poetry , but there is nothing that in the least resembles those elaborate backgrounds in which the genius of ...
... seems to extend . Not only is there no trace in him of that ' religion of Nature ' which is so powerful a factor in modern poetry , but there is nothing that in the least resembles those elaborate backgrounds in which the genius of ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Aeneid Astrophel and Stella ballads beauty Caelica Canterbury Tales Chaucer Clerk Saunders Confessio Amantis dead death delight doth drede Edom English eyes Faery Queen fair fayre flour flowers Glasgerion gold grace grene gret grete gude hart hast hath heart heaven herte hire honour king lady live Lord lovers Lydgate Lyoun mede mind mony myght never night nocht nought passion Petrarch poem poet poetical poetry Quhat Quhen quhilk quod quoth rhyme royal rich Robin Robin Hood sall sayd sche scho Scotch seyde shal Sidney Sidney's sight sing song sonnets sorwe Spenser suld sweet swete swich thair thay thee ther thing THOMAS OCCLEVE thou thought thow Timor Mortis conturbat Troylus true truth tyme unto Venus verse whan wight wolde word write wyth
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 448 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
Seite 450 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
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 458 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Seite 450 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain* jewels in the carcanet.
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 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 423 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?