The English Poets, Zväzok 1Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1901 |
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... Robin Hood Ballads : Robin Hood rescuing the Widow's Three Sons 239 Robin Hood's Death and Burial 243 246 Domestic Ballads : The Bailiff's Daughter of Islington SIR THOMAS WYATT ( 1503-1542 ) . Extracts from Songs and Sonnets Satires ...
... Robin Hood Ballads : Robin Hood rescuing the Widow's Three Sons 239 Robin Hood's Death and Burial 243 246 Domestic Ballads : The Bailiff's Daughter of Islington SIR THOMAS WYATT ( 1503-1542 ) . Extracts from Songs and Sonnets Satires ...
Strana 206
... Robin Hood and ' the bloody Butcher , ' but who can call this sort of thing - poetry ? . Robin he marcht in the greene forest , Under the greenwood spray , And there he was ware of a proud bucher , Came driving flesh that way ; The ...
... Robin Hood and ' the bloody Butcher , ' but who can call this sort of thing - poetry ? . Robin he marcht in the greene forest , Under the greenwood spray , And there he was ware of a proud bucher , Came driving flesh that way ; The ...
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... Robin Hood , the good outlaw . ' The ballads wandered about the land , corrupted from the simplicity that pleased the untaught , into har- mony with the roughest educated taste . By Addison's time these broad - sheet ballads had been ...
... Robin Hood , the good outlaw . ' The ballads wandered about the land , corrupted from the simplicity that pleased the untaught , into har- mony with the roughest educated taste . By Addison's time these broad - sheet ballads had been ...
Strana 209
... Robin Hood cycle , we end with Robin and the Widow's Three Sons , and Robin Hood's Death and Burial , while The Bailiff's Daughter illustrates the more domestic ballads of the English people . These are representatives of different ...
... Robin Hood cycle , we end with Robin and the Widow's Three Sons , and Robin Hood's Death and Burial , while The Bailiff's Daughter illustrates the more domestic ballads of the English people . These are representatives of different ...
Strana 239
... ROBIN HOOD BALLADS . ROBIN HOOD RESCUING THE WIDOW'S THREE SONS . There are twelve months in all the year , As I hear many say , But the merriest month in all the year Is the merry month of May . Now Robin Hood is to Nottingham gone ...
... ROBIN HOOD BALLADS . ROBIN HOOD RESCUING THE WIDOW'S THREE SONS . There are twelve months in all the year , As I hear many say , But the merriest month in all the year Is the merry month of May . Now Robin Hood is to Nottingham gone ...
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Iné vydania - Zobraziť všetky
The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by ..., Zväzok 1 Matthew Arnold Úplné zobrazenie - 1895 |
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Aeneid anon Astrophel and Stella ballads beauty Caelica Canterbury Tales Chaucer Clerk Saunders Confessio Amantis Criseyde death delight doth drede England's Helicon English eyes Faery Queen fair fayre flour French Glasgerion gold Gower grace grene gret grete hart hast hath heart heaven hertë hire honour king lady litel live Lord lovers Lydgate Lyoun mede mind mony myght never night nocht nought passion Piers Plowman poem poet poetical poetry praise Queen Quhat Quhen quhilk quod quoth sall satire saugh sayd schal sche seyde shal Sidney Sidney's sigh sight sing song sonnets sorwe soul Spenser stanza suld sweet swete swich thair thay thee ther thing THOMAS OCCLEVE thou thought thow Timor Mortis conturbat Troylus true truth tyme unto Venus verse whan wight wolde words write
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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 456 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Strana xliii - 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 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 477 - As it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made...
Strana 454 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain* jewels in the carcanet.
Strana 465 - 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 536 - And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Strana 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?