The English Poets: Chaucer to DonneThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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Strana x
... Honour : A Desert Terrible The Fête Champêtre A Ballade in Commendation of Honour Extracts from the Aeneid : A Scottish Winter Landscape The Ghost of Creusa Dido's Hunting Sleep Spring • . T. Arnold 124 127 The Editor 129 132 136 W. E. ...
... Honour : A Desert Terrible The Fête Champêtre A Ballade in Commendation of Honour Extracts from the Aeneid : A Scottish Winter Landscape The Ghost of Creusa Dido's Hunting Sleep Spring • . T. Arnold 124 127 The Editor 129 132 136 W. E. ...
Strana xviii
... thought , in art , the glory , the eternal honour is that charlatanism shall find no entrance ; herein lies the inviolableness of that noble portion of man's being . ' It is admirably said , and xviii THE ENGLISH POETS .
... thought , in art , the glory , the eternal honour is that charlatanism shall find no entrance ; herein lies the inviolableness of that noble portion of man's being . ' It is admirably said , and xviii THE ENGLISH POETS .
Strana xix
... honour , that charlatanism shall find no entrance ; that this noble sphere be kept inviolate and inviolable . Charlatan- ism is for confusing or obliterating the distinctions between excellent and inferior , sound and unsound or only ...
... honour , that charlatanism shall find no entrance ; that this noble sphere be kept inviolate and inviolable . Charlatan- ism is for confusing or obliterating the distinctions between excellent and inferior , sound and unsound or only ...
Strana xxxi
... honour which has come to make stay in France may never depart thence ! ' Yet it is now all gone , this French romance - poetry , of which the weight of substance and the power of style are not unfairly represented by this extract from ...
... honour which has come to make stay in France may never depart thence ! ' Yet it is now all gone , this French romance - poetry , of which the weight of substance and the power of style are not unfairly represented by this extract from ...
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... honours of the poet . Chaucer then is for us the first English poet , and as such has all the interest that attaches to a great original figure . But he makes no parade of his originality ; on the contrary , 2 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... honours of the poet . Chaucer then is for us the first English poet , and as such has all the interest that attaches to a great original figure . But he makes no parade of his originality ; on the contrary , 2 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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Aeneid Astrophel and Stella ballads beauty behold bliss Caelica Chaucer Clerk Saunders dead dear death delight doth Elizabethan England's Helicon English Euphuists eyes Faery Queen fair fayre fear flowers genius Glasgerion gold grace grief gude hand hart hast hath heart heaven herte hire honour king lady light live Lord love's lovers Marlowe Marlowe's mind mony never night nocht nought passion Petrarch plays pleasure poems poet poetical poetry praise Quhat Quhen quhilk quoth rich Robin Robin Hood sall sche Scotch Shakespeare Sidney Sidney's sighs sight sing sleep song sonnet 26 sonnets sorrow Spenser sweet Tamburlaine tears tell thair thay thee ther thine thing thou thought thow Timor Mortis conturbat true unto Venus Venus and Adonis verse virtue weep whan wolde words writings youth
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Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana xxxix - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Strana xxxviii - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank 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 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?
Strana 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.
Strana 461 - Tu-whit, tu-who - a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl...
Strana 456 - 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 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.
Strana 461 - 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.