ParnassusRalph Waldo Emerson Houghton, Osgood, 1880 - 534 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة iv
... Chaucer's , have such internal music as to forgive a roughness to the modern ear , which , in the mouth of the bard , his contemporaries probably did not detect . To Chaucer may be well applied the word of Heraclitus , that " Harmony la ...
... Chaucer's , have such internal music as to forgive a roughness to the modern ear , which , in the mouth of the bard , his contemporaries probably did not detect . To Chaucer may be well applied the word of Heraclitus , that " Harmony la ...
الصفحة v
... Chaucer fulfils the part of the poet , possesses the advantage of being the most cultivated man of his time , and so speaks always sovereignly and cheerfully . Often the poetic nature , being too susceptible , is over - acted on by ...
... Chaucer fulfils the part of the poet , possesses the advantage of being the most cultivated man of his time , and so speaks always sovereignly and cheerfully . Often the poetic nature , being too susceptible , is over - acted on by ...
الصفحة viii
... Chaucer would defy the coroner . Whilst they have wisdom to the wise , he would see that to the external they have external meaning . Coleridge rightly said that " poetry must first be good sense , as a palace might well be magnificent ...
... Chaucer would defy the coroner . Whilst they have wisdom to the wise , he would see that to the external they have external meaning . Coleridge rightly said that " poetry must first be good sense , as a palace might well be magnificent ...
الصفحة x
... Chaucer and Shak- speare and Raleigh and Milton and Collins and Burns and Byron and Tennyson and Wolfe . The true inspiration always brings it . Perhaps it cannot be analyzed ; but we all yield to it . It is the life of the good ballads ...
... Chaucer and Shak- speare and Raleigh and Milton and Collins and Burns and Byron and Tennyson and Wolfe . The true inspiration always brings it . Perhaps it cannot be analyzed ; but we all yield to it . It is the life of the good ballads ...
الصفحة x
... Chaucer and Shak- speare and Raleigh and Milton and Collins and Burns and Byron and Tennyson and Wolfe. The true inspiration always brings it. Perhaps it cannot be analyzed ; but we all yield to it. It is the life of the good ballads ...
... Chaucer and Shak- speare and Raleigh and Milton and Collins and Burns and Byron and Tennyson and Wolfe. The true inspiration always brings it. Perhaps it cannot be analyzed ; but we all yield to it. It is the life of the good ballads ...
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auld lang syne beauty BEN JONSON beneath birds blood brave breast breath brow busk CHAUCER clouds Clyde's water COVENTRY PATMORE cried crown dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair Fair Annie fear flowers frae Glenlogie gold grace green hand hath head hear heard heart heaven heir of Linne holy JEAN INGELOW king lady land laugh light live look Lord Maryland maun mind morn ne'er never night o'er Osawatomie pray Ramoth ring rock rose round sail SHAKSPEARE shalt ship shore sight sing sleep smile song soul sound spirit stars steed stood Svend Vonved sweet sword tears tell thee thet thine thing thou art thought Toll slowly tree Twas unto voice wave weep wild wind wood words WORDSWORTH
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الصفحة 207 - Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And, sure, he is an honorable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
الصفحة 177 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
الصفحة 273 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
الصفحة 65 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
الصفحة 172 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of Mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious Truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous Shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
الصفحة 172 - Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour.
الصفحة 175 - Now, while the Birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young Lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The Cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep: No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay ; Land and Sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May...
الصفحة 154 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave, doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.
الصفحة 162 - ning clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes? Canst thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king?
الصفحة 171 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield...