The English Poets, Zväzok 1Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1901 |
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... give a complete history of English poetry — if it had been so , many names that we have passed over would have been admitted . It has been , to collect as many of the best and most characteristic of their writings as should fully ...
... give a complete history of English poetry — if it had been so , many names that we have passed over would have been admitted . It has been , to collect as many of the best and most characteristic of their writings as should fully ...
Strana xxi
... gives us a human personage no longer , but a God seated immovable amidst his perfect work , like Jupiter on Olympus ; and hardly will it be possible for the young student , to whom such work is exhibited INTRODUCTION . xxi.
... gives us a human personage no longer , but a God seated immovable amidst his perfect work , like Jupiter on Olympus ; and hardly will it be possible for the young student , to whom such work is exhibited INTRODUCTION . xxi.
Strana xxv
... gives to the Chanson de Roland . If our words are to have any meaning , if our judgments are to have any solidity , we must not heap that supreme praise upon poetry of an order immeasurably inferior . Indeed there can be no more useful ...
... gives to the Chanson de Roland . If our words are to have any meaning , if our judgments are to have any solidity , we must not heap that supreme praise upon poetry of an order immeasurably inferior . Indeed there can be no more useful ...
Strana xxvii
... before us , to feel the degree in which a high poetical quality is present or wanting there . Critics give themselves great labour to draw out what in the abstract constitutes the characters of a high quality INTRODUCTION . xxvii.
... before us , to feel the degree in which a high poetical quality is present or wanting there . Critics give themselves great labour to draw out what in the abstract constitutes the characters of a high quality INTRODUCTION . xxvii.
Strana xxviii
... give some critical account of them , we may safely , perhaps , venture on laying down , not indeed how and why the characters arise , but where and in what they arise . They are in the matter and substance of the poetry , and they are ...
... give some critical account of them , we may safely , perhaps , venture on laying down , not indeed how and why the characters arise , but where and in what they arise . They are in the matter and substance of the poetry , and they are ...
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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?