Poets on PoetsLady Strachey (Jane Maria) K. Paul, Trench, Trübner & Company, Limited, 1894 - 324 pagina's |
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... star in sky , As fair as Venus or the fairest fair , ( A fairer star saw never living eye ) , Shot her sharp - pointed beams through purest air . Her he did love , her he alone did honour , His thoughts , his rimes , his songs were all ...
... star in sky , As fair as Venus or the fairest fair , ( A fairer star saw never living eye ) , Shot her sharp - pointed beams through purest air . Her he did love , her he alone did honour , His thoughts , his rimes , his songs were all ...
Pagina 25
... stars , that bred that wit , In force no longer fixed sit ! Then being fill'd with learned dew , The Muses willed him to love ; That instrument can aptly shew How finely our conceits will move ; As Bacchus opes dissembled hearts , So ...
... stars , that bred that wit , In force no longer fixed sit ! Then being fill'd with learned dew , The Muses willed him to love ; That instrument can aptly shew How finely our conceits will move ; As Bacchus opes dissembled hearts , So ...
Pagina 38
... stars , plants , of fishes , flies , Playing with words and idle similies ; As the English apes and very zanies be Of everything that they do hear and see , So imitating his ridiculous tricks They spake and writ all like mere lunatics ...
... stars , plants , of fishes , flies , Playing with words and idle similies ; As the English apes and very zanies be Of everything that they do hear and see , So imitating his ridiculous tricks They spake and writ all like mere lunatics ...
Pagina 52
... star shone brighter yet ? Or Constable's ambrosiac muse Made Dian not his notes refuse ? To Francis Beaumont . How I do love thee , Beaumont , and thy Muse , That unto me dost such religion use ! How I do fear myself , that am not worth ...
... star shone brighter yet ? Or Constable's ambrosiac muse Made Dian not his notes refuse ? To Francis Beaumont . How I do love thee , Beaumont , and thy Muse , That unto me dost such religion use ! How I do fear myself , that am not worth ...
Pagina 57
... Star of Poets , and with rage , Or influence , chide or cheer the drooping stage , Which since thy flight from hence , hath mourn'd like night , And despairs day , but for thy volume's light . On the Portrait of Shakespeare . [ 1623 To ...
... Star of Poets , and with rage , Or influence , chide or cheer the drooping stage , Which since thy flight from hence , hath mourn'd like night , And despairs day , but for thy volume's light . On the Portrait of Shakespeare . [ 1623 To ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
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.