Lectures on English Poetry: To the Time of MiltonWhittaker, 1837 - 118 pàgines |
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Pàgina 14
... , without effort , and never o'erstepping the modesty of The Canterbury Tales were written at various periods of Chaucer's life , and were not completed until he nature . ' was somewhat advanced in years . He was indebted in 14.
... , without effort , and never o'erstepping the modesty of The Canterbury Tales were written at various periods of Chaucer's life , and were not completed until he nature . ' was somewhat advanced in years . He was indebted in 14.
Pàgina 27
... never ceast , Tyll he theyr wealth , theyr name , and all opprest . His face forehewed with woundes , and by his side There hunge his terge with gashes depe and wyde . Sackville in early life , while a student at the Inner Temple ...
... never ceast , Tyll he theyr wealth , theyr name , and all opprest . His face forehewed with woundes , and by his side There hunge his terge with gashes depe and wyde . Sackville in early life , while a student at the Inner Temple ...
Pàgina 34
... never peepe , His dwelling is , there Tethys his wet bed Doth ever wash , and Cynthia still doth steepe , In silver deaw , his ever - drouping hed , Whiles sad Night over him her mantle black doth spred . Whose double gates he findeth ...
... never peepe , His dwelling is , there Tethys his wet bed Doth ever wash , and Cynthia still doth steepe , In silver deaw , his ever - drouping hed , Whiles sad Night over him her mantle black doth spred . Whose double gates he findeth ...
Pàgina 42
... never - resting stone of care to roll ; Still to complain my griefs , while none relieve . If this be love - to clothe me with dark thoughts , Haunting untrodden paths , to wail apart ; My pleasures , horror ; music , tragic notes ...
... never - resting stone of care to roll ; Still to complain my griefs , while none relieve . If this be love - to clothe me with dark thoughts , Haunting untrodden paths , to wail apart ; My pleasures , horror ; music , tragic notes ...
Pàgina 44
... never us'd to roam ; But having got this haunt , I fear ' Twill hardly stay at home . For God's sake , walking by the way , If you my heart do see , Either impound it for a stray , Or send it back to me . PHINEAS FLETCHER , the author ...
... never us'd to roam ; But having got this haunt , I fear ' Twill hardly stay at home . For God's sake , walking by the way , If you my heart do see , Either impound it for a stray , Or send it back to me . PHINEAS FLETCHER , the author ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 38 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew: Nor did...
Pàgina 71 - The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks, and gapes for drink again, The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair. The sea itself, which one would think Should have but little need of drink, Drinks ten thousand rivers up, So fill'd that they oerflow the cup. The busy sun (and one would guess By...
Pàgina 99 - Look once more, ere we leave this specular mount, Westward, much nearer by south-west; behold Where on the ^Egean shore a city stands, Built nobly, pure the air and light the soil, Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence, native to famous wits Or hospitable, in her sweet recess, City or suburban, studious walks and shades.
Pàgina 101 - Why am I thus bereav'd thy prime decree? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon. When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
Pàgina 77 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Pàgina 39 - They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you ; you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play : XCIX.
Pàgina 103 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our Fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
Pàgina 77 - Nor then destroys it with too fond a stay, Like mothers which their infants overlay. Nor with a sudden and impetuous wave, Like profuse kings, resumes the wealth he gave. No unexpected inundations spoil The mower's hopes...
Pàgina 101 - The Sun to me is dark And silent as the Moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave. Since light so necessary is to life, And almost life itself, if it be true That light is in the Soul, She all in every part; why was the sight To such a tender ball as the eye confined?
Pàgina 103 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.