Chaucer to DonneThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1920 |
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Pagina xvii
... rest is a world of illusion , of divine illusion . Poetry attaches its emotion to the idea ; the idea is the fact . The strongest part of our religion to - day is its unconscious poetry . ' Let me be permitted to quote these words of my ...
... rest is a world of illusion , of divine illusion . Poetry attaches its emotion to the idea ; the idea is the fact . The strongest part of our religion to - day is its unconscious poetry . ' Let me be permitted to quote these words of my ...
Pagina xxxv
... rest upon ; and with the increasing demands of our modern ages upon poetry , this virtue of giving us what we can rest upon will be more and more highly esteemed . A voice from the slums of Paris , fifty or sixty years after Chaucer ...
... rest upon ; and with the increasing demands of our modern ages upon poetry , this virtue of giving us what we can rest upon will be more and more highly esteemed . A voice from the slums of Paris , fifty or sixty years after Chaucer ...
Pagina xliv
... rest , in the Farewell to Nancy , is verbiage . We arrive best at the real estimate of Burns , I think , by con- ceiving his work as having truth of matter and truth of manner , but not the accent or the poetic virtue of the highest ...
... rest , in the Farewell to Nancy , is verbiage . We arrive best at the real estimate of Burns , I think , by con- ceiving his work as having truth of matter and truth of manner , but not the accent or the poetic virtue of the highest ...
Pagina 135
... rest myn eyë , so much gude It did my wofull hert , I yow assure That it was to me joye without mesure , And , at the last , my luke unto the hevin I threwe furthwith , and said thir versis sevin : O Venus clere ! of goddis stellifyit ...
... rest myn eyë , so much gude It did my wofull hert , I yow assure That it was to me joye without mesure , And , at the last , my luke unto the hevin I threwe furthwith , and said thir versis sevin : O Venus clere ! of goddis stellifyit ...
Pagina 141
... rest , Beikand his breist and bellie at the sone , Under ane tree lay in the fair forrest , 9 Swa ' come ane trip of Myis out of thair nest , Rycht tait and trig 10 , all dansand in ane gyis " , And ouer the Lyoun lansit 12 twyis or ...
... rest , Beikand his breist and bellie at the sone , Under ane tree lay in the fair forrest , 9 Swa ' come ane trip of Myis out of thair nest , Rycht tait and trig 10 , all dansand in ane gyis " , And ouer the Lyoun lansit 12 twyis or ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Aeneid Astrophel and Stella ballads beauty behold bliss Caelica Canterbury Tales Chaucer Clerk Saunders dead dear death delight doth earth Elizabethan England's Helicon English English poetry eyes Faery Queen fair fear flowers genius Glasgerion grace grene gret hand hast hath heart heaven herte hire honour king lady light live Lord lovers mind never night nocht nought passion Petrarch play pleasure poems poet poetical poetry praise Queen quoth rich Robin Hood sall satire sche Scotch seyde Shakespeare Sidney Sidney's sighs sight sing sleep song Sonnet 46 sonnets sorrow soul Spenser sweet swich Tamburlaine tell thair thee ther thine thing thou thought thow Timor Mortis conturbat Troylus true truth tyme unto Venus Venus and Adonis verse virtue weep whan wight wolde words write
Populaire passages
Pagina 460 - O for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide, Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Pagina xliii - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Pagina 489 - 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.
Pagina 454 - 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.
Pagina 465 - Tu-whit, tu-who - a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl...
Pagina 494 - Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust ; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust ! ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES.
Pagina 294 - Crosse he bore, The deare remembrance of his dying Lord, For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore, And dead as living ever him ador'd: Upon his shield the like was also scor'd...
Pagina 477 - As it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made...
Pagina 453 - If thou survive my well-contented day, When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover, And shalt by fortune once more re-survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover, Compare them with the bettering of the time, And though they be outstripp'd by every pen, Reserve them for my love, not for their rime, Exceeded by the height of happier men.
Pagina xvii - 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.