The English Poets: SelectionsThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1880 |
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... give a complete history of English poetry - if it had been so , many names that we have passed over would have been admitted . It has been , to collect as many of the best and most characteristic of their writings as should fully ...
... give a complete history of English poetry - if it had been so , many names that we have passed over would have been admitted . It has been , to collect as many of the best and most characteristic of their writings as should fully ...
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... gives us a human personage no longer , but a God seated immovable amidst his perfect work , like Jupiter on Olympus ; and hardly will it be possible for ना the young student , to whom such work is INTRODUCTION . xxi.
... gives us a human personage no longer , but a God seated immovable amidst his perfect work , like Jupiter on Olympus ; and hardly will it be possible for ना the young student , to whom such work is INTRODUCTION . xxi.
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... gives to the Chanson de Roland . If our words are to have any meaning , if our judgments are to have any solidity , we must not heap that supreme praise upon poetry of an order immeasurably inferior . Indeed there can be no more useful ...
... gives to the Chanson de Roland . If our words are to have any meaning , if our judgments are to have any solidity , we must not heap that supreme praise upon poetry of an order immeasurably inferior . Indeed there can be no more useful ...
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... before us , to feel the degree in which a high poetical quality is present or wanting there . Critics give themselves great labour to draw out what 12 in the abstract constitutes the characters of a high INTRODUCTION . xxvii.
... before us , to feel the degree in which a high poetical quality is present or wanting there . Critics give themselves great labour to draw out what 12 in the abstract constitutes the characters of a high INTRODUCTION . xxvii.
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... give some critical account of them , we may safely , perhaps , venture on laying down , not indeed how and why the characters arise , but where and in what they arise . They are in the matter and substance of the poetry , and they are ...
... give some critical account of them , we may safely , perhaps , venture on laying down , not indeed how and why the characters arise , but where and in what they arise . They are in the matter and substance of the poetry , and they are ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Aeneid Astrophel and Stella ballads beauty Burns Canterbury Tales Chaucer Clerk Saunders death delight doth doun drede Edom English English poetry 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 Parlement of Foules Petrarch Piers Plowman poem poet poet's poetical poetry praise Quhat Quhen quhilk quod quoth Robin Robin Hood sall sche scho Scotch seyde shal Sidney sigh sing song sonnets sorwe Spenser stanza Stella suld sweet swete swich thair thay thee ther thing thou thought thow Timor Mortis conturbat Troylus true truth tyme unto Venus verse whan wight wolde words write wyth
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Página xxvii - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?
Página 454 - 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.
Página 462 - 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.
Página xvii - 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.
Página 465 - 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.
Página 494 - Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust ; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust ! ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES.
Página 351 - 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?
Página 490 - A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten: In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Página 295 - Behind her farre away a Dwarfe did lag, That lasie seemd, in being ever last, Or wearied with bearing of her bag Of needments at his backe. Thus as they past, The day with cloudes was suddeine overcast, And angry Jove an hideous storme of raine Did poure into his Lemans lap so fast, That everie wight to shrowd it did constrain ; And this faire couple eke to shroud themselves were fain.
Página 427 - 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?