Conversations on Some of the Old PoetsD. McKay, 1893 - 294 pagina's |
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Pagina xii
... speak of its prevalent use among the Greeks and Latins . I need only mention the names of Izaak Walton , Walter Savage Landor , and Horne Tooke , to recall to mind three of the most prominent among many English examples . * I had no ...
... speak of its prevalent use among the Greeks and Latins . I need only mention the names of Izaak Walton , Walter Savage Landor , and Horne Tooke , to recall to mind three of the most prominent among many English examples . * I had no ...
Pagina 23
... at sunrise . Everything is new and sparkling and fragrant . He is of kin to Belphoebe , whose " Birth was of the womb of morning dew , And her conception of the joyous prime . " I speak now of what was truly Chaucer . I CHAUCER . 23.
... at sunrise . Everything is new and sparkling and fragrant . He is of kin to Belphoebe , whose " Birth was of the womb of morning dew , And her conception of the joyous prime . " I speak now of what was truly Chaucer . I CHAUCER . 23.
Pagina 24
James Russell Lowell. I speak now of what was truly Chaucer . I strip away from him all that belonged to the time in which he lived , and judge him only by what belongs equally to all times . For it is only in as far as a poet advances ...
James Russell Lowell. I speak now of what was truly Chaucer . I strip away from him all that belonged to the time in which he lived , and judge him only by what belongs equally to all times . For it is only in as far as a poet advances ...
Pagina 29
... speak of mirth , and stint of this : Dame Partelote , as I have hope of bliss , Of one thing God hath sent me largest grace ; For , when I see the beauty of your face , You are so scarlet red about your eyes , That , when I look on you ...
... speak of mirth , and stint of this : Dame Partelote , as I have hope of bliss , Of one thing God hath sent me largest grace ; For , when I see the beauty of your face , You are so scarlet red about your eyes , That , when I look on you ...
Pagina 33
... speak of mirth , and stint of this : Dame Partelote , as I have hope of bliss , Of one thing God hath sent me largest grace ; For , when I see the beauty of your face , You are so scarlet red about your eyes , That , when I look on you ...
... speak of mirth , and stint of this : Dame Partelote , as I have hope of bliss , Of one thing God hath sent me largest grace ; For , when I see the beauty of your face , You are so scarlet red about your eyes , That , when I look on you ...
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Pagina 47 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised: thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet.
Pagina 69 - Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that Ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Pagina 69 - Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear? Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men: Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress
Pagina 131 - Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; Say I died true: My love was false, but I was firm From my hour of birth. Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth!
Pagina 69 - Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide: There like a bird it sits, and sings, Then whets and claps its silver wings; And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
Pagina 101 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise, To scorn delights, and live laborious days.
Pagina 131 - 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 everything that pretty bin : My lady sweet, arise! Arise! arise!
Pagina 7 - Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change : Thy pyramids built up with newer might To me are nothing novel, nothing strange : They are but dressings of a former sight. Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire What thou dost foist upon us that is old, And rather make them born to our desire, Than think that we before have heard them told. Thy registers and thee I both defy, Not...
Pagina 131 - The lark now leaves his watery nest, And climbing, shakes his dewy wings; He takes this window for the East, And to implore your light he sings: 'Awake, awake, the morn will never rise Till she can dress her beauty at your eyes.
Pagina 105 - Through the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms as glitter in the Muse's ray, With orient hues unborrow'd of the sun ; Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the Good how far — but far above the Great ! § SA.