The Works of George Chapman ...Chatto and Windus, 1875 |
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Pagina ix
... less than his due meed of praise for those Homeric labours by which his name is still chiefly known : but what the great translator could accomplish when fighting for his own hand few students of English poetry have been careful to ...
... less than his due meed of praise for those Homeric labours by which his name is still chiefly known : but what the great translator could accomplish when fighting for his own hand few students of English poetry have been careful to ...
Pagina xi
... less of thick acrid smoke there is also less real heat and flame perceptible than struggles here through the fume and fog of a Cimmerian style . The dialect of Chapman's poems is undoubtedly portentous in its general barbarism ; and ...
... less of thick acrid smoke there is also less real heat and flame perceptible than struggles here through the fume and fog of a Cimmerian style . The dialect of Chapman's poems is undoubtedly portentous in its general barbarism ; and ...
Pagina xii
... less remarkable than the bitter and violent expression of his contempt for general opinion . " Such is the wilful poverty of judgments , wandering like passportless men in contempt of the divine discipline of poesy , that a man may well ...
... less remarkable than the bitter and violent expression of his contempt for general opinion . " Such is the wilful poverty of judgments , wandering like passportless men in contempt of the divine discipline of poesy , that a man may well ...
Pagina xiii
... less careful to refill it before proceeding to a fresh delivery . I sincerely think and hope that no poems with a tithe of their genuine power and merit were ever written on such a plan or after such a fashion as the Shadow of Night or ...
... less careful to refill it before proceeding to a fresh delivery . I sincerely think and hope that no poems with a tithe of their genuine power and merit were ever written on such a plan or after such a fashion as the Shadow of Night or ...
Pagina xviii
... less to comprehend the process , of this inner tragic action . The poem , in short , is like a picture in which the background runs into the foreground , the figures and the landscape confound each other for want of space and keeping ...
... less to comprehend the process , of this inner tragic action . The poem , in short , is like a picture in which the background runs into the foreground , the figures and the landscape confound each other for want of space and keeping ...
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The Works of George Chapman: Poems and Minor Translations, Volume 2 George Chapman Volledige weergave - 1875 |
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Andromeda bear beauty blest blood bosom breast Bussy d'Ambois cast Chapman dear death deeds Deities divine doth earth eternal Exit eyes fair fall fame fate fear fire flames George Chapman give Gods grace hand hast hath hear heart heaven Helvetius Hermes Hero and Leander Hesiod Homer honour Hymen Iliads immortal Jove Jove's king labour lady Leander learning light live lord love's lute men's mind mistress Muse never night noble nought nuptial Nymphs Ovid oxen peace Perseus Phoebus pleasure poem Poesy poet poison'd poor praise Prince Proberio Pylos rich sacred Second Maiden's Tragedy Sestus shine sight Simplo sing soul spirit sweet thee thine things thou thought true truth Twixt Venus verse vex'd virtue Votarius Wife words worth
Populaire passages
Pagina 61 - And for his love Europa bellowing loud, And tumbling with the Rainbow in a cloud : Blood-quaffing Mars heaving the iron net, Which limping Vulcan and his Cyclops set; Love kindling fire, to burn such towns as Troy...
Pagina lxv - If all the pens that ever poets held Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts. And every sweetness that inspired their hearts. Their minds, and muses on admired themes; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit; If these had made one poem's period, And all combined in beauty's worthiness, Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace...
Pagina 60 - Her wide sleeves green, and bordered with a grove, Where Venus in her naked glory strove To please the careless and disdainful eyes Of proud Adonis that before her lies. Her kirtle blue, whereon was many a stain, Made with the blood of wretched lovers slain.
Pagina xxiii - Peele, whose day was now well over ; and even for the firstfruits of ' a person of most reverend aspect, religious and temperate, qualities rarely meeting in a poet,' it will be admitted that the moral tone of Chapman's two earliest comedies is not remarkably high. The first deals solely with the impossible frauds, preposterous adulteries, and farcical murders committed by a disguised hero who assumes the mask of as many pseudonyms to perpetrate his crimes as ever were assumed in Old or New...
Pagina xxxv - What you start from is nothing so definite as an emotion, in any ordinary sense; it is still more certainly not an idea; it is— to adapt two lines of Beddoes to a different meaning— a bodiless childful of life in the gloom Crying with frog voice, "what shall I be?
Pagina 60 - Amorous Leander, beautiful and young, (Whose tragedy divine Musaeus sung) Dwelt at Abydos; since him dwelt there none For whom succeeding times make greater moan. His dangling tresses that were never shorn, Had they been cut and unto Colchos borne, Would have allured the venturous youth of Greece To hazard more than for the Golden Fleece.
Pagina 85 - Virtue's only tire, The reaped harvest of the light, Bound up in sheaves of sacred fire. Love calls to war ; Sighs his alarms, Lips his swords are, The field his arms. Come, Night, and lay thy velvet hand On glorious Day's outfacing face ; And all thy crowned flames command, For torches to our nuptial grace. Love calls to war ; Sighs his alarms. Lips his swords are, The field his arms.
Pagina 60 - Where sparrows perched, of hollow pearl and gold, Such as the world would wonder to behold; Those with sweet water oft her handmaid fills, Which, as she went, would chirrup through the bills.
Pagina lii - All sounds in air ; and left so free mine ears, That I might hear the music of the spheres, And all the angels singing out of heaven ; Whose tunes were solemn, as to passion given ; For now, that Justice was the happiness there For all the wrongs to Right inflicted here, Such was the passion that Peace now put on ; And on all went ; when suddenly was gone All light of heaven before us ; from a wood, Whose...
Pagina 63 - Commit'st a sin far worse than perjury, Even sacrilege against her deity, Through regular and formal purity. To expiate which sin, kiss and shake hands ; Such sacrifice as this Venus demands.