Poets on PoetsLady Strachey (Jane Maria) K. Paul, Trench, Trübner & Company, Limited, 1894 - 324 pagina's |
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Pagina 58
... bright Idea standing by , I found it pure and perfect poesy . There read I , straight , thy learned Legends three , Heard the soft airs , between our swains and thee , Which made me think the old Theocritus , Or rural Virgil come to ...
... bright Idea standing by , I found it pure and perfect poesy . There read I , straight , thy learned Legends three , Heard the soft airs , between our swains and thee , Which made me think the old Theocritus , Or rural Virgil come to ...
Pagina 80
... bright ; Branch'd and embroider'd like the painted spring ; Each leaf match'd with a flower , and each string Of golden wire , each line of silk ; there run Italian works , whose thread the sisters spun ; And there did sing , or seem to ...
... bright ; Branch'd and embroider'd like the painted spring ; Each leaf match'd with a flower , and each string Of golden wire , each line of silk ; there run Italian works , whose thread the sisters spun ; And there did sing , or seem to ...
Pagina 85
... bright Birtha and thy Rhodalind . Such is thy happy skill , and such the odds Betwixt thy worthies and the Grecian Gods Whose deities in vain had here come down , Where mortal beauty wears the sovereign crown ; Such as of flesh composed ...
... bright Birtha and thy Rhodalind . Such is thy happy skill , and such the odds Betwixt thy worthies and the Grecian Gods Whose deities in vain had here come down , Where mortal beauty wears the sovereign crown ; Such as of flesh composed ...
Pagina 86
... Where , dress'd in white expressions , sit bright loves , Drawn , like their fairest queen , by milky doves 86 CARTWRIGHT . CARTWRIGHT, WILLIAM 1611-1643 Upon the Report of the Printing of the Dramatical Poems of Master John Fletcher.
... Where , dress'd in white expressions , sit bright loves , Drawn , like their fairest queen , by milky doves 86 CARTWRIGHT . CARTWRIGHT, WILLIAM 1611-1643 Upon the Report of the Printing of the Dramatical Poems of Master John Fletcher.
Pagina 94
... bright tracks for following pens to take . Sure ' twas this noble boldness of the Muse Did thy desire to seek new worlds infuse ; And ne'er did heaven so much a voyage bless , If thou canst plant but there with like success . On the ...
... bright tracks for following pens to take . Sure ' twas this noble boldness of the Muse Did thy desire to seek new worlds infuse ; And ne'er did heaven so much a voyage bless , If thou canst plant but there with like success . On the ...
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Adonais bard Beaumont Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Ben Jonson bold breath bright Burns Byron call'd charm Chaucer Coleridge Cowley dead dear death delight dost doth Drayton Dryden earth English envy eternal Euripides eyes fair fame fancy fear fire Fletcher flowers genius gentle glory Gondibert grace grave grief Grongar Hill hast hath hear heart heaven Hero and Leander honour immortal John Fletcher Jonson Keats Landor laurel Leigh Hunt light live lyre Maid's Tragedy mighty Milton mind mourn Muse ne'er never night noble numbers o'er passion poem poesy poet poet's poetry Pope praise rage rimes sacred scene Scott shade Shake Shakespeare Shelley shepherds Sidney sing smile soft song Sonnet soul Southey speare Spenser spirit stars strain sweet taught tears thee thine thou thought tongue truth tuneful verse voice Waller weep wild Wordsworth worth writ youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 260 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Pagina 72 - Ah BEN! Say how, or when Shall we thy guests Meet at those lyric feasts, Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun ? Where we such clusters had, As made us nobly wild, not mad ; And yet each verse of thine Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
Pagina 299 - Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you, And did you speak to him again? How strange it seems and new!
Pagina 254 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awakened from the dream of life. 'Tis we, who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Pagina 78 - WHAT needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones The labour of an age in piled stones ? Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Pagina 158 - To him the mighty mother did unveil Her awful face : the dauntless child Stretch'd forth his little arms and smiled. ' This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of joy l Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Pagina 258 - Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind. Break it not thou ! too surely shalt thou find Thine own well full, if thou returnest home, Of tears and gall. From the world's bitter wind Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb. What Adonais is, why fear we to become?
Pagina 103 - That Majesty which through thy Work doth Reign Draws the Devout, deterring the Profane. And things divine thou treat'st of in such state As them preserves, and thee, inviolate. At once delight and horror on us seize, Thou sing'st with so much gravity and ease; And above human flight dost soar aloft With Plume so strong, so equal, and so soft. The Bird nam'd from that Paradise you sing So never flags, but always keeps on Wing.
Pagina 209 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear : Those days are gone — but beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy...
Pagina 224 - John Keats, who was killed off by one critique, Just as he really promised something great, If not intelligible, without Greek Contrived to talk about the gods of late, Much as they might have been supposed to speak. Poor fellow ! His was an untoward fate ; 'Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle, Should let itself be snuffed out by an article.