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Pagina viii
Thus , in a spirit of banter , he described himself as ' an archaistic barbarian , wallowing in the sixteenth century , hankering after the thirteenth , and with a still ruder relish for the pagan horseflesh of the Sagas .
Thus , in a spirit of banter , he described himself as ' an archaistic barbarian , wallowing in the sixteenth century , hankering after the thirteenth , and with a still ruder relish for the pagan horseflesh of the Sagas .
Pagina xvi
And George Wyndham envisaged North's version as an English book of the sixteenth century , a book lavishly overlaid with all the vivid colours of speech which he loved well . He felt an instant sympathy with North , because he offers ...
And George Wyndham envisaged North's version as an English book of the sixteenth century , a book lavishly overlaid with all the vivid colours of speech which he loved well . He felt an instant sympathy with North , because he offers ...
Pagina xxii
The sixteenth century held him as firmly in France as in England , and he turned , by a natural sympathy , to Ronsard and the Pléiade . In this avowed preference he was a pioneer of taste , at any rate among his own countrymen .
The sixteenth century held him as firmly in France as in England , and he turned , by a natural sympathy , to Ronsard and the Pléiade . In this avowed preference he was a pioneer of taste , at any rate among his own countrymen .
Pagina xxx
The idea is , ' he wrote to his mother , Where did romance come from ? There was none among our Northern ancestors of the ninth century . It came from contact of East and West - contact with the East owing to the conflict ...
The idea is , ' he wrote to his mother , Where did romance come from ? There was none among our Northern ancestors of the ninth century . It came from contact of East and West - contact with the East owing to the conflict ...
Pagina xxxi
The answer to the first question is , not before the second half of the eleventh century , and , to the second , probably in Great Britain . ' So he begins with the Chanson de Roland , which he thinks was retouched after Henry II . of ...
The answer to the first question is , not before the second half of the eleventh century , and , to the second , probably in Great Britain . ' So he begins with the Chanson de Roland , which he thinks was retouched after Henry II . of ...
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Pagina 256 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress, As in good time he may, from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him ! much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.
Pagina 355 - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new: Speak of the spring and...
Pagina 281 - Yes, trust them not, for there is an upstart crow, beautified with our feathers, that with his tiger's heart wrapped in a player's hide, supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you; and being an absolute Johannes Factotum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country.
Pagina 372 - Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune...
Pagina 312 - Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold.
Pagina 355 - ... with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew; Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose : They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play.
Pagina 195 - This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Pagina 340 - FROM fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory : But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. Thou that art now the world's fresh...
Pagina 247 - I will make them conform, or I will harry them out of the land, or else worse,"
Pagina 366 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...