The English Poets: Chaucer to DonneThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1883 |
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Strana vi
... 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 ...
Strana xxvii
... never to submit or yield And what is else not to be overcome ... and finish with the exquisite close to the loss of Proserpine , the loss which cost Ceres all that pain To seek her through the world . ' These few lines , if we have tact ...
... never to submit or yield And what is else not to be overcome ... and finish with the exquisite close to the loss of Proserpine , the loss which cost Ceres all that pain To seek her through the world . ' These few lines , if we have tact ...
Strana xxxvi
... 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 ...
Strana xl
... 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 ...
Strana xlii
... never fails , on drinking deep , To kittle up our notion By night or day . ' There is a great deal of that sort of thing in Burns , and it is unsatisfactory , not because it is bacchanalian poetry , but because it has not that accent of ...
... never fails , on drinking deep , To kittle up our notion By night or day . ' There is a great deal of that sort of thing in Burns , and it is unsatisfactory , not because it is bacchanalian poetry , but because it has not that accent of ...
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Strana xlii - Guid faith, he mauna fa' that! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks 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
Strana 453 - 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.
Strana 460 - O for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide, Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Strana 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. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses...
Strana 452 - 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...
Strana 489 - 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.
Strana 459 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have expressed Even such a beauty as you master now.
Strana 230 - There lived a wife at Usher's Well, And a wealthy wife was she; She had three stout and stalwart sons, And sent them o'er the sea. They hadna been a week from her, A week but barely ane, When word came to the carline wife That her three sons were gane.
Strana 460 - 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.
Strana 491 - Tell zeal it lacks devotion, Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion. Tell flesh it is but dust; And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.