The English poets, selections, ed. by T.H. Ward. Chaucer to DonneThomas Humphry Ward 1880 |
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Strana xxvi
... me , that your 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 Henry the xxvi THE ENGLISH POETS .
... me , that your 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 Henry the xxvi THE ENGLISH POETS .
Strana xxxv
... a heap like so many balls ; by a little fire of hemp - stalks , soon lighted , soon spent . And once we were such darlings ! So fares it with many and many a one . ' the main fact for us to bear in mind about C 2 INTRODUCTION . XXXV.
... a heap like so many balls ; by a little fire of hemp - stalks , soon lighted , soon spent . And once we were such darlings ! So fares it with many and many a one . ' the main fact for us to bear in mind about C 2 INTRODUCTION . XXXV.
Strana xliii
... fire - side clime To weans and wife , That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life . ' There is criticism of life for you , the admirers of Burns will say to us ; there is the application of ideas to life ! There is , undoubtedly ...
... fire - side clime To weans and wife , That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life . ' There is criticism of life for you , the admirers of Burns will say to us ; there is the application of ideas to life ! There is , undoubtedly ...
Strana xlvi
... fire ... of Prometheus Unbound , how salutary , how very salutary , to place this from Tam Glen : - ' My minnie does constantly deave me And bids me beware o ' young men ; They flatter , she says , to deceive me ; But wha can think sae ...
... fire ... of Prometheus Unbound , how salutary , how very salutary , to place this from Tam Glen : - ' My minnie does constantly deave me And bids me beware o ' young men ; They flatter , she says , to deceive me ; But wha can think sae ...
Strana 89
... fire , My mery thought it kyndelith yet agayn , That bodily me thinke with my souverayne ' I stand and speke , and laugh , and kisse , and halse1 , So that my thought comforteth me ful ofte : I think , God wot , though all the world be ...
... fire , My mery thought it kyndelith yet agayn , That bodily me thinke with my souverayne ' I stand and speke , and laugh , and kisse , and halse1 , So that my thought comforteth me ful ofte : I think , God wot , though all the world be ...
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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 448 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
Strana 450 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
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 458 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Strana 450 - 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 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 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 423 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?