The English Poets: Chaucer to DonneThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1901 |
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... 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 The Tribes of the Dead The Destiny of Rome ...
... 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 The Tribes of the Dead The Destiny of Rome ...
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 bliss Caelica Canterbury Tales Chaucer Clerk Saunders Confessio Amantis dead death delight doth drede Edom Elizabethan England's Helicon English eyes Faery Faery Queen fair fayre flour flowers Glasgerion gold grace grene gret gude hand hart hast hath heart heaven herte hire honour king lady live Lord lovers Lydgate Lyoun mede mind mony myght never night nocht nought passion Petrarch poem poet poetical poetry Queen Quhat Quhen quhilk quod quoth Robin Robin Hood sall sche Scotch seyde shal Sidney Sidney's sighs sight sing song sonnets sorrow sorwe Spenser story sweet swete swich Tamburlaine thair thay thee ther thing thou thought thow Timor Mortis conturbat Troylus true truth tyme unto Venus verse whan wight wolde words write
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Strana 463 - 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 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 351 - 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 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 xlii - 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 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 450 - When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard...
Strana 494 - Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust ; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust. My God shall raise me up, I trust I ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES.
Strana 492 - Tell fortune of her blindness ; Tell nature of decay; Tell friendship of unkindness ; Tell justice of delay: And if they will reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming ; Tell schools they want profoundness,^ And stand too much on seeming : If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth ; Tell manhood shakes off pity ; Tell virtue least preferreth : And if they do reply, Spare not...
Strana 457 - Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease : Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans and unfatherM fruit ; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute ; Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.