The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers, Bind 2Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1896 - 20 sider |
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... seem over - full and over - difficult . And thus in the end his inability or unwillingness ( often expressed with unnecessary frankness ) to come to terms with the larger public has revenged itself by his writings having been long and ...
... seem over - full and over - difficult . And thus in the end his inability or unwillingness ( often expressed with unnecessary frankness ) to come to terms with the larger public has revenged itself by his writings having been long and ...
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... seems to have been necessity rather than choice which turned his efforts in this direction . In the spirited Ode to Himself ( of which the date is uncertain , but which probably belongs to some time near 1616 ) , as well as in the lines ...
... seems to have been necessity rather than choice which turned his efforts in this direction . In the spirited Ode to Himself ( of which the date is uncertain , but which probably belongs to some time near 1616 ) , as well as in the lines ...
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... seems to have remained a close student of theology , inclining now to ' those wiser guides Whom fashion had not drawn to study sides . ' But to a conscientious desire for truth he added a humility of soul towards things divine , which ...
... seems to have remained a close student of theology , inclining now to ' those wiser guides Whom fashion had not drawn to study sides . ' But to a conscientious desire for truth he added a humility of soul towards things divine , which ...
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... seems new , When both it is the old way , and the true . Thou sayst that cannot be ; for thou hast seen Davis and Weever , and the best have been , And mine come nothing like . I hope so ; yet , As theirs did with thee , mine might ...
... seems new , When both it is the old way , and the true . Thou sayst that cannot be ; for thou hast seen Davis and Weever , and the best have been , And mine come nothing like . I hope so ; yet , As theirs did with thee , mine might ...
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... seems to shake a lance , As brandished at the eyes of ignorance . Sweet Swan of Avon ! what a sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appear , And make those flights upon the banks of Thames , That so did take Eliza and our James ...
... seems to shake a lance , As brandished at the eyes of ignorance . Sweet Swan of Avon ! what a sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appear , And make those flights upon the banks of Thames , That so did take Eliza and our James ...
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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
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Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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?
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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.