The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers, Volum 2Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1896 - 20 pàgines |
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Pàgina 41
... glory is but like a flower , Which both is bloom'd and blasted in an hour . In what we most repose We find our comfort light , The thing we soonest lose That's precious in our sight ; In honour , riches , might , Our lives in pawn we ...
... glory is but like a flower , Which both is bloom'd and blasted in an hour . In what we most repose We find our comfort light , The thing we soonest lose That's precious in our sight ; In honour , riches , might , Our lives in pawn we ...
Pàgina 75
... glory : Whilst I , a swain , as weak in years as skill , Should in the valley hear them on the hill . Yet when my sheep have at the cistern been And I have brought them back to shear the green , To miss an idle hour , and not for meed ...
... glory : Whilst I , a swain , as weak in years as skill , Should in the valley hear them on the hill . Yet when my sheep have at the cistern been And I have brought them back to shear the green , To miss an idle hour , and not for meed ...
Pàgina 76
... glory strove . He sung th ' heroic knights of Faiery - land In lines so elegant , of such command , That had the Thracian played but half so well , He had not left Eurydice in Hell . But ere he ended his melodious song An host of angels ...
... glory strove . He sung th ' heroic knights of Faiery - land In lines so elegant , of such command , That had the Thracian played but half so well , He had not left Eurydice in Hell . But ere he ended his melodious song An host of angels ...
Pàgina 78
... glory of our isle , Thou far far more than mortal man , whose style Struck more men dumb to hearken to thy song Than Orpheus ' harp , or Tully's golden tongue . To him , as right , for wit's deep quintessence , For honour , valour ...
... glory of our isle , Thou far far more than mortal man , whose style Struck more men dumb to hearken to thy song Than Orpheus ' harp , or Tully's golden tongue . To him , as right , for wit's deep quintessence , For honour , valour ...
Pàgina 90
... glory of these years ; I hitherto have only heard your fames , And know you yet but by your works and names : The little time I on the earth have spent Would not allow me any more content : I long to know you better , that's the truth ...
... glory of these years ; I hitherto have only heard your fames , And know you yet but by your works and names : The little time I on the earth have spent Would not allow me any more content : I long to know you better , that's the truth ...
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The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions, Volum 2 Thomas Humphry Ward Visualització completa - 1902 |
The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions, Volum 2 Thomas Humphry Ward Visualització completa - 1905 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
Absalom and Achitophel beauty Ben Jonson born breast breath bright Carew Castara Catullus Comus Cowley crown death delight died divine dost doth Dryden earth EDMUND W English eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire flame flowers genius Giles Fletcher glory grace Habington hand happy hast hath heart heaven hell Herbert heroic couplet Herrick Hesperides hill honour Hudibras Jonson King kiss Lady light live Lord Lovelace Lycidas maid masques Milton mind mistress Muse never night o'er once Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained passion Perilla pleasure poems poet poet's poetic poetry praise pride rhyme rose sacred satire shade shalt shine sigh sight sing sleep song sonnet soul stars tears thee thine things thou thought unto verse Waller wanton weep WILLIAM HABINGTON winds wings write youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 315 - And bring all heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Pàgina 218 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, poor captives, creep to death.
Pàgina 218 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made : With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Pàgina 309 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Pàgina 178 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Pàgina 337 - He scarce had ceased when the superior Fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Pàgina 309 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid Dancing in the chequer'd shade...
Pàgina 307 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides...
Pàgina 301 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth, or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amourist, or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite ; nor to be obtained by the invocation of dame Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that eternal spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Pàgina 357 - The birds their quire apply ; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on the eternal spring.