The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers, Volym 2Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1896 - 20 sidor |
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... hands would have been a mere conventional personification ; the short adagio from the Fortunate Isles shows how fully competent he was to marry words to the required movement of dance or song . A longer extract from Pleasure Reconciled ...
... hands would have been a mere conventional personification ; the short adagio from the Fortunate Isles shows how fully competent he was to marry words to the required movement of dance or song . A longer extract from Pleasure Reconciled ...
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... hand here of Love , Wherein my Lady rideth ! Each that draws is a swan or a dove , And well the car Love guideth . As she goes , all hearts do duty Unto her beauty ; And enamoured do wish , so they might But enjoy such a sight , That ...
... hand here of Love , Wherein my Lady rideth ! Each that draws is a swan or a dove , And well the car Love guideth . As she goes , all hearts do duty Unto her beauty ; And enamoured do wish , so they might But enjoy such a sight , That ...
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... hands have touched it ? Have you marked but the fall o ' the snow Before the soil hath smutched it ? Have you felt ... hand holds a sun with burning rays , Her left a curious bunch of golden keys , With which heaven's gates she locketh ...
... hands have touched it ? Have you marked but the fall o ' the snow Before the soil hath smutched it ? Have you felt ... hand holds a sun with burning rays , Her left a curious bunch of golden keys , With which heaven's gates she locketh ...
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... think it poësy ? They die with their conceits , And only piteous scorn upon their folly waits . VOL . II . " 1. That ' conj . C Then take in hand thy lyre ; Strike in thy BEN JONSON . 17 An Ode to Himself (from Underwoods)
... think it poësy ? They die with their conceits , And only piteous scorn upon their folly waits . VOL . II . " 1. That ' conj . C Then take in hand thy lyre ; Strike in thy BEN JONSON . 17 An Ode to Himself (from Underwoods)
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Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers Thomas Humphry Ward. Then take in hand thy lyre ; Strike in thy proper strain ; With Japhet's line1 aspire Sol's chariot , for new fire To give the world again : Who aided him ...
Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers Thomas Humphry Ward. Then take in hand thy lyre ; Strike in thy proper strain ; With Japhet's line1 aspire Sol's chariot , for new fire To give the world again : Who aided him ...
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The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions, Volym 2 Thomas Humphry Ward Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1902 |
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Absalom and Achitophel beauty Ben Jonson born breast breath bright Carew Castara Catullus Comus Cowley crown death delight died divine dost doth Dryden earth EDMUND W English eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire flame flowers genius Giles Fletcher glory grace Habington hand happy hast hath heart heaven hell Herbert heroic couplet Herrick Hesperides hill honour Hudibras Jonson King kiss Lady light live Lord Lovelace Lycidas maid masques Milton mind mistress Muse never night o'er once Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained passion Perilla pleasure poems poet poet's poetic poetry praise pride rhyme rose sacred satire shade shalt shine sigh sight sing sleep song sonnet soul stars tears thee thine things thou thought unto verse Waller wanton weep WILLIAM HABINGTON winds wings write youth
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Sida 315 - And bring all heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Sida 218 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, poor captives, creep to death.
Sida 218 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made : With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Sida 309 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Sida 178 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Sida 337 - He scarce had ceased when the superior Fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Sida 309 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid Dancing in the chequer'd shade...
Sida 307 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides...
Sida 301 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth, or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amourist, or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite ; nor to be obtained by the invocation of dame Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that eternal spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Sida 357 - The birds their quire apply ; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on the eternal spring.