The English Poets, Zväzok 1Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1901 |
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Strana xxvi
... hath God , thanked be his mercy , made me , misery toucheth me not , neither doth the flame of this fire strike me .'- Inferno , ii . 91-3 . 5 ' In His will is our peace .'— Paradiso , iii . 85 . Take of Shakespeare a line or two of ...
... hath God , thanked be his mercy , made me , misery toucheth me not , neither doth the flame of this fire strike me .'- Inferno , ii . 91-3 . 5 ' In His will is our peace .'— Paradiso , iii . 85 . Take of Shakespeare a line or two of ...
Strana 5
... hath Æneas yknyled soo , And tolde her al his herte and al his woo ; And sworn so depë to hire to be trewe For wele or woo , and chaungë for noo newe , And as a fals lover so wel kan pleyne That sely Dido rewed on his peyne , And toke ...
... hath Æneas yknyled soo , And tolde her al his herte and al his woo ; And sworn so depë to hire to be trewe For wele or woo , and chaungë for noo newe , And as a fals lover so wel kan pleyne That sely Dido rewed on his peyne , And toke ...
Strana 14
... hath such skarsetë ' ; or on the ' linked sweetness ' of the love - passages in the Troylus ; or on the grandeur of his tragic descriptions , where the sound gives so solemn an echo to the sense : - First on the wal was peynted a forest ...
... hath such skarsetë ' ; or on the ' linked sweetness ' of the love - passages in the Troylus ; or on the grandeur of his tragic descriptions , where the sound gives so solemn an echo to the sense : - First on the wal was peynted a forest ...
Strana 19
... hath proved and doth yit ; For this , trowe I , ye knowen alle and some , Men reden not that folk han gretter wit Than thei that hath ben most with love ynome " ; And strengest folk ben therwith overcome , The worthiest and the grettest ...
... hath proved and doth yit ; For this , trowe I , ye knowen alle and some , Men reden not that folk han gretter wit Than thei that hath ben most with love ynome " ; And strengest folk ben therwith overcome , The worthiest and the grettest ...
Strana 20
... Hath right now put to flyght the Grekës route . " With that gan al hire meyné " for to shoute : ' A ! go we se , caste up the yatës wide , For thorwgh this strete he moot to paleys ryde ; ' I wand . • break . 2 bursts , breaks . 5 a ...
... Hath right now put to flyght the Grekës route . " With that gan al hire meyné " for to shoute : ' A ! go we se , caste up the yatës wide , For thorwgh this strete he moot to paleys ryde ; ' I wand . • break . 2 bursts , breaks . 5 a ...
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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?