The English poets, selections, ed. by T.H. Ward. Chaucer to DonneThomas Humphry Ward 1880 |
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الصفحة vi
... never were well known , but who wrote a few beautiful poems as it were by accident ; men like some of the minor Elizabethans , or Lovelace , or Christopher Smart . We have endeavoured to do justice to both these classes ; to gather from ...
... never were well known , but who wrote a few beautiful poems as it were by accident ; men like some of the minor Elizabethans , or Lovelace , or Christopher Smart . We have endeavoured to do justice to both these classes ; to gather from ...
الصفحة xxvii
... never to submit or yield And what is else not to be overcome .. ... and finish with the exquisite close to the loss of Proserpine , the loss · which cost Ceres all that pain To seek her through the world . ' These few lines , if we have ...
... never to submit or yield And what is else not to be overcome .. ... and finish with the exquisite close to the loss of Proserpine , the loss · which cost Ceres all that pain To seek her through the world . ' These few lines , if we have ...
الصفحة xxxi
... never depart thence ! ' Yet it is now all gone , this French romance - poetry , of which the weight of substance and the power of style are not unfairly represented by this extract from Christian of Troyes . Only by means of the ...
... never depart thence ! ' Yet it is now all gone , this French romance - poetry , of which the weight of substance and the power of style are not unfairly represented by this extract from Christian of Troyes . Only by means of the ...
الصفحة xxxvi
... never understood or practised by our fathers . ' Cowley could see nothing at all in Chaucer's poetry . Dryden heartily admired it , and , as we have seen , praised its matter admirably ; but of its exquisite manner and movement all he ...
... never understood or practised by our fathers . ' Cowley could see nothing at all in Chaucer's poetry . Dryden heartily admired it , and , as we have seen , praised its matter admirably ; but of its exquisite manner and movement all he ...
الصفحة xl
... never had the use of them , Gray had the use of them at times . He is the scantiest and frailest of classics in our poetry , but he is a classic . And now , after Gray , we are met , as we draw towards the end of the eighteenth century ...
... never had the use of them , Gray had the use of them at times . He is the scantiest and frailest of classics in our poetry , but he is a classic . And now , after Gray , we are met , as we draw towards the end of the eighteenth century ...
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Aeneid Astrophel and Stella ballads beauty Caelica Canterbury Tales Chaucer Clerk Saunders Confessio Amantis dead death delight doth drede Edom English eyes Faery Queen fair fayre flour flowers Glasgerion gold grace grene gret grete gude hart hast hath heart heaven herte hire honour king lady live Lord lovers Lydgate Lyoun mede mind mony myght never night nocht nought passion Petrarch poem poet poetical poetry Quhat Quhen quhilk quod quoth rhyme royal rich Robin Robin Hood sall sayd sche scho Scotch seyde shal Sidney Sidney's sight sing song sonnets sorwe Spenser suld sweet swete swich thair thay thee ther thing THOMAS OCCLEVE thou thought thow Timor Mortis conturbat Troylus true truth tyme unto Venus verse whan wight wolde word write wyth
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الصفحة 459 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
الصفحة 449 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
الصفحة 448 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
الصفحة 450 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
الصفحة 485 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
الصفحة 458 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
الصفحة 450 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain* jewels in the carcanet.
الصفحة xiii - THE future of poetry is immense, because in poetry, where it is worthy of its high destinies, our race, as time goes on, will find an ever surer and surer stay. There is not a creed which is not shaken, not an accredited dogma which is not shown to be questionable, not a received tradition which does not threaten to dissolve.
الصفحة 347 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies : How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries?
الصفحة 423 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?