Specimens, with memoirs, of the less-known British poets. With an intr. essay, by G. Gilfillan. The text ed. by C.C. Clarke, Volym 1George Gilfillan 1881 |
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... Strange and myth - like stories are told by Bede about this remarkable natural genius . He was originally a cow- herd . Partly from want of training , and partly from bashfulness , when the harp was given him in the hall , and he was ...
... Strange and myth - like stories are told by Bede about this remarkable natural genius . He was originally a cow- herd . Partly from want of training , and partly from bashfulness , when the harp was given him in the hall , and he was ...
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... strange , proud joy , as though the torrid soil of Pandemonium should flower , which makes the hell he suffers seem a heaven , ' compared to what his destiny might be were he either plunged into a deeper abyss , or taken up unchanged to ...
... strange , proud joy , as though the torrid soil of Pandemonium should flower , which makes the hell he suffers seem a heaven , ' compared to what his destiny might be were he either plunged into a deeper abyss , or taken up unchanged to ...
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... dare undertake . ' Then was I as fain as fowl of fair morrow , 1'Elenge : ' strange , deserted.- ' Rule : ' custom.- ' Hoten : ' named.- ' Syb : ' mother . And gladder than the gleeman that gold hath to gift xliv INTRODUCTORY ESSAY .
... dare undertake . ' Then was I as fain as fowl of fair morrow , 1'Elenge : ' strange , deserted.- ' Rule : ' custom.- ' Hoten : ' named.- ' Syb : ' mother . And gladder than the gleeman that gold hath to gift xliv INTRODUCTORY ESSAY .
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... strange title , ' The Brute . ' This was in reality a metrical history of Scotland , commencing with the fables concerning Brutus , or ' Brute , ' who , according to ancient legends , was the great - grand- son of Æneas - came over from ...
... strange title , ' The Brute . ' This was in reality a metrical history of Scotland , commencing with the fables concerning Brutus , or ' Brute , ' who , according to ancient legends , was the great - grand- son of Æneas - came over from ...
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... strange signal - light upon the shore near his maternal castle of Turnberry , which led him to land , while ' Dark red the heaven above it glow'd , Dark red the sea beneath it flow'd , Red rose the rocks on ocean's brim , In blood - red ...
... strange signal - light upon the shore near his maternal castle of Turnberry , which led him to land , while ' Dark red the heaven above it glow'd , Dark red the sea beneath it flow'd , Red rose the rocks on ocean's brim , In blood - red ...
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Specimens, with memoirs, of the less-known British poets. With an ..., Volym 2 George Gilfillan Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1881 |
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Anacreon beauty behold Ben Jonson birds Blind Harry blood body born breast bright Castara Chaucer Court crown death delight died dost doth earth eyes face fair fame fear feast fire flame flowers Giles Fletcher give gold golden grace grief Hail hand Harpalus hath head heart heaven heavenly honour Inner Temple JOSHUA SYLVESTER kind king lady Lady Anne Clifford land light live lively colours look Lord love's Lyndsay maid melancholy mind Muses nature ne'er never night noble nought nymphs o'er poem poet poetry praise prince proud Queen Raleigh rich Robert Wisdom satire Scotland shine sight sing sleep smiles song sonnets soul spirit stars sweet tears tell thee thine things thou hast thought Tower tree twas unto verse Westminster Abbey wind wings wood youth
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Sida 178 - Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside...
Sida 112 - 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 ? Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks ; thy languisht grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries...
Sida 24 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything.
Sida 177 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Sida 149 - 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!
Sida 113 - Townsfolk my strength ; a daintier judge applies His praise to sleight, which from good use doth rise ; Some lucky wits impute it but to chance ; Others, because of both sides I do take My blood from them, who did excel in this, Think Nature me a man of arms did make. How far they shot awry ! the true cause is, STELLA looked on, and from her heavenly face Sent forth the beams which made so fair my race.
Sida 257 - Soul of the age! The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
Sida 275 - 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 276 - Her finger was so small, the ring Would not stay on which they did bring, It was too wide a peck : And to say truth, for out it must, ' It look'd like the great collar, just, About our young colt's neck. Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice stole in and out, As if they fear'd the light : But oh ! she dances such a way — No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Sida 172 - Thus sung they in the English boat, A holy and a cheerful Note, And all the way, to guide their Chime, With falling Oars they kept the time.