The English Parnassus: An Anthology Chiefly of Longer PoemsWilliam Macneile Dixon, Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson Clarendon Press, 1911 - 767 pàgines |
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Pàgina vii
... less popular works by the same authors . The question soon emerged , What is the cause of this comparative popularity and what is its worth as a critical test ? Understanding by the word ' popular ' simply favour or preference among ...
... less popular works by the same authors . The question soon emerged , What is the cause of this comparative popularity and what is its worth as a critical test ? Understanding by the word ' popular ' simply favour or preference among ...
Pàgina ix
... less eminent : Nature and Art are ransacked for illustrations , comparisons and allusions ; their learning instructs and their subtlety surprises , but the reader commonly thinks his improvement dearly bought , and though he sometimes ...
... less eminent : Nature and Art are ransacked for illustrations , comparisons and allusions ; their learning instructs and their subtlety surprises , but the reader commonly thinks his improvement dearly bought , and though he sometimes ...
Pàgina x
... less high and secure . It seems indisputable that there are classic poems which can never in any true sense be popular , by reason it may be of the very purity of their poetic interest , because they are ' poet's poetry ' , or by reason ...
... less high and secure . It seems indisputable that there are classic poems which can never in any true sense be popular , by reason it may be of the very purity of their poetic interest , because they are ' poet's poetry ' , or by reason ...
Pàgina 140
... Less Philomel will daign a Song , In her sweetest , saddest plight , Smoothing the rugged brow of night , While Cynthia checks her Dragon yoke , Gently o're th'accustom'd Oke ; Sweet Bird that shunn'st the noise of folly , Most musicall ...
... Less Philomel will daign a Song , In her sweetest , saddest plight , Smoothing the rugged brow of night , While Cynthia checks her Dragon yoke , Gently o're th'accustom'd Oke ; Sweet Bird that shunn'st the noise of folly , Most musicall ...
Pàgina 149
... less circumscribed and bound , They led their wild desires to woods and caves And thought that all but savages were slaves . They who , when Saul was dead , without a blow Made foolish Ish bosheth the crown forego ; Who banished David ...
... less circumscribed and bound , They led their wild desires to woods and caves And thought that all but savages were slaves . They who , when Saul was dead , without a blow Made foolish Ish bosheth the crown forego ; Who banished David ...
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The English Parnassus: An Anthology, Chiefly of Longer Poems William Macneile Dixon Visualització completa - 1911 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 368 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Pàgina 344 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay ! Farewell, farewell!
Pàgina 340 - But tell me, tell me! speak again, Thy soft response renewing— What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?' Second Voice 'Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast— If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Pàgina 319 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his "humorous stage...
Pàgina 292 - The immeasurable height Of woods decaying, never to be decayed, The stationary blasts of waterfalls, And in the narrow rent at every turn Winds thwarting winds, bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream, The unfettered clouds and region of the Heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light...
Pàgina 319 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Pàgina 337 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Pàgina 318 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Pàgina 369 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Pàgina 338 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...